Tuesday, January 10, 2023

The sand between his toes, hot, and the sun in his eyes as he walks down the crowded beach toward where his friend went fishing. He is bored. Bored of sitting and watching the people bob up and down on the waves. Bored of watching children pile sand high in poorly designed castles soon swept to sea by the next wave.

He walks to the unknown spot to watch for a moment the tension in the line, the anticipation, as another fish escapes the temptation of fake bait. He stands in silence, fishing is like praying, words spoken softly while waiting for something to happen.

He paces, this is not the excitement he desires, hot sand and small pools of water, the intensity of the Summer Sun, and he decides to walk further along the beach with no purpose aside from being anywhere but here…

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