Posted by | October 22, 2010 | On the water | 5 Comments

They don’t bite when you’re expecting.
They know when you’re trying just too damn hard and simply let your drift be.
But when your mind wanders, heads-off with the color of the season and song of the current…
weight of deadlines and work-a-day monotony bound and gagged in the trunk back at the parking area…
Then, my friends.

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