It's flash Friday again. All writers and non writers are welcome to put their three minute free write in the comments section on this post. Tell a friend. The more the merrier.
Reckon I'll go fishing today. It's one of those days. The sky is fragrant blue, and not even Huck Finn could resist that. I want to stand beside the lake. Feel the wind like a cool cloth, whipped across the water, draped across my neck. I want to see ospreys and eagles dance on the capricious whims of the wind.
I want to try a few lures and see if the fish are feeling picky. I'd like to catch a fish, but I don't care if I do. I know I will catch a few minutes to stand, sun warm on my shoulders, wind singing in my ears, blocking out the racket that is usually inside my broken ears. I will nod like my grandfathers nodded. At passersby. An accepted greeting on a quiet shoreline. I am here. You are here. And it's great. Ain't it?