You find your spot, tie to a tree or stump or put down an anchor, and wait. In the silence you wonder where you are and why. You can hardly see ten feet in front of you. But you are a fisher and that's what fishers do. And you remember you're waiting for the light.
More light is good.
When the rays of dawn clear the ridge of the hills, when the dark around you becomes light, a strange sight greets your eyes. The rays of sun striking the lake create an unusual phenomenon. The mist that was so dark and heavy begins to move. And as the sun rises in its fullness, chasing the shadows away, it also puts the fog to flight. The mist on the lake begins to move, slowly, then faster, until it seems that the mist is running from the sunlight.