Before I get back to real life. I fished in a way i know my father who just passed would enjoy. I picked a location he would love and i enjoyed it's beauty and remembered to breathe.
"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters