After blanking for a while, refraining to cast on some group of smaller bonefish, I reach an internal lagoon. I tie the green special fly, still asking my self what the man ever wanted to say in regards of the right place. During the last hours I have been trying to put in practice the 'feeling the place' as the man said, and systematically tried to 'feel', covering each single feet of surface, but nope. Suddenly, by focusing a place in front of me, all the peripheral area of my field of vision takes on a greenish-yellow color. The effect is overwehealming. Before me, I notice like a charming blue brilliant spot. What was I could not say, but my heart beat fastens and I find myself holding the breath. I cast the fly 15 meters on the right, not knowing why I have chosen that side.