Sep. 3, 2012 at 9:54am with 1 note
Fishing in an old lake that had been there since an ice age glacier cut her into shape, leaving no trace of itself and finally melting into the landscape of swaying trees and fresh grass; I opened a warm beer that had been rolling around our tiny boat.  Not much was said that day; but the few words that were spoken, in between casting for blue gills and popping open more cans of beer, were sweet and meaningful and understood more profoundly in the silent nods we gave each other on gods green earth.

Fishing in an old lake that had been there since an ice age glacier cut her into shape, leaving no trace of itself and finally melting into the landscape of swaying trees and fresh grass; I opened a warm beer that had been rolling around our tiny boat.  Not much was said that day; but the few words that were spoken, in between casting for blue gills and popping open more cans of beer, were sweet and meaningful and understood more profoundly in the silent nods we gave each other on gods green earth.

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