Inklings 2020

ON THE EVERGLADES Robert Moret I remember awakening to the sun creeping over the dew filled marshlands of Everglades National Park. I was six years old, and the anticipation of the day enveloped me as my father and I stepped onto the skiff with my grandfather. Within moments, we were on our way through the meandering canals that flow into Florida Bay. Aromas of salty-sweet air permeated my lungs as I admired the playfulness of the porpoises chasing schools of mullet amidst the falling tide. While our objective was to fish, my grandfather and father spent more time marveling at our surroundings as they recounted forty years on that bay. Sailor’s Warning Jacob Wolfe