A couple months ago a beautiful song came to me. It was set on the upper Mississippi, where I normally duck hunt. All the fall colors in the middle of nowhere, wide river. (the only artistic liberty I took was no wind, normally when I'm up there the wind makes it harder to get downstream them up)

Saddly it came to me in the middle of the night and I didn't get up and write it down. I'm still kicking myself, cause I can't remember a thing.

I hope when I get to heaven I find out it was a horrid song not worth remembering.