Fishermen Lovers (Love is Patient)

When I think of patience, I think of a fisherman. Rising before the sun. Pole ready, tackle box. A thin finger of steam rising from his black coffee as he heads to the dock.

this sketch is on the outside of one of our notebooks, lovely though I don't know who drew it
lovely little sketch on one of my notebooks, not sure who to thank for this.

He is alone in the morning cool. The lake exhaling fog sleepily, the loons, a denim sky. He casts out and reels, casts and reels. He rushes nothing. He waits in quiet hope.
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