sea serenity

A cool breeze whispers across the rippling harbour. The setting sun bloodies the sky. Fishing boats bob nonchalantly, guided by the water beneath. Careful not to disturb the landscape, a line is cast – the trap is set! The rod’s glinting silver eye is watched expectantly for movement. Fingers tease an invisible line, diligently mimicking motion, A battle of illusion. Eyes roam the horizon for signals of hungry birds swarming – hinting where to cast next. Patience and comfort taken from the afternoon tranquillity. A nibble! A rod twitch! Excitement builds, willing a catch. The line runs! The hook has set! Hold the tension as the fight begins. Muscles ache, as furious winding brings the prize to the surface. A catch! Silver scales dance on setting golden rays. A memory, the serenity prevails.