A fisherman walking up the stream that runs through our town. Fly-fishing. Hip waders. Mountains surrounding. The line darting back and forth as he casually climbs up the shallow water...
... Peaceful...
... I doubt that I could ever enjoy doing it. I'm sure it looks better than it really is. Wet, slippery rocks. Fighting agains the current. Cold, tired... But if I was sipping coffee watching him fish... I think it would be pretty cool.
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