The Lone Fisherman


©LittleInsights

I woke up and glanced out at the bay.
I love days like this.
Where tiny ripples delicately dance as far as the eye can see
And
Where the horizon melts into the sea.
Where colors blend from one fabulous shade into the next.
Where the clouds begin to take their shape long before they are high in the midday sky.
Where fishermen are sparse -- As a lone fishermen casts his troubles away.
Catching more than early morning rays.
The brisk breeze on a crisp, cool morn.
The engine awakes and off he scurries to where the horizon meets the sea.

©Stephanie/LittleInsights2012
 

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