TAKE FIVE TWENTY
Out To The Suburbs
tickle a fish
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| WALLPAPER: SIGNS OF SUBURBIA |
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| BIG AS A MATCH HEAD |
.. It's not far from our neighborhood to the suburbs... It's just down the road and a quick left turn and we're out there where folks measure their land in acres - not square feet.
.. It's out there where streams form the boundaries of fields and summer pastures. Out there where they have to drive to the mailbox.
.. It's out there where we can easily find a fish to molest. We can tickle it's maw with the tempered steel of a fluffed-up hook.
.. It's out there where we can take a quick break from the noise and idiocy of our little tourist town's stupidity of exorbitantly priced park tours and the frenzied snowmobile chaos on our streets.
.. So, on some mornings, when the sun warms the snow to a fine and ethereal ground fog, we hitch up our trusty steed and trot to a little pool where the fish play. We stick one and call it a day. Even if it's not yet noon. Short days this time of year.
.. That's success in our world.
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| WALLPAPER: VEILED SUN AND GROUND FOG |