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Time Spent Fishing.

The time I spent fishing has often been happy, not usually sad sometimes indifferent, a pastime, though one not unfamiliar with the slow drawing out of hours into an endless vigil of watching waiting re-baiting, opening another beer, full concentration on a wholly futile exercise, subtle signs-put of rolling another, water licks my toes-breaking concentration, a slight resettling and rearrangement, lighter sparks, a resumption of emptiness-focused emptiness-emptiness, a deep plop brings me snapping back-ripples swarm outwards, sunshine in my eyes, a gull eager but put of by my presence hungrily covets the entrails of the bait fish, daily tourist cruise is returning its getting late-low throb in the distance breaks the natural still, the deep ebb and flow of the turning tide could be the sea breathing-an immense exhalation and inhalation-out-in-out-in-slowly, a seal a hundred yards away eyeing me warily perks my hopes, the sound of footsteps I turn around.

‘Is dinner ready, right I’d better pack then up won’t be a minute’.

‘Did you catch anything?’.

‘No’.