A pleasing madness

February 16, 2011

The waves are gently pat patting the side of the boats as I stroll pass the harbour to a likely spot. The breeze from the east still has more than a hint of winter despite the sun’s best intention’s. Today the air feels clean, fresh and renewing. Almost spring like.

The baits land gently into the sea barely yards apart hoping to carry a scent trial along with the tide. My own scent trial follows the breeze for no one to pick up as a steaming cup of coffee joins a late sandwich breakfast. The rods fall into a hypnotic rhythm as the water grows and subsides.

The sun breaks through  polishing the recently exposed pebbles as the slim window of chance disappears. For too long I enjoy the moment before being aware of other things outside this pleasing madness.


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