The Salmon Way: An Alaska State of Mind

At the turn form out bedroom into the hall way, there is an old full-length mirror in a wooden frame. I can't help but catch a glimpse of myself as I pass. Turning fully to ward the glass, I consider what I see. This reflected version of myself, wet, shaking, rumpled, pinched, and slightly stooped, would be alarming were it not for the self-satisfied expression pasted across my face. I would ask the obvious question, “what are you smiling about?” but I already know the answer: “It just gets better from here.”