The wind blew, Monster Frog Rock sat high and dry Baring his soft white underbelly Where Old One-eye Bob the Bass Napped on summer afternoons Back when the cities did not drink so much water.
The wind blew, A flock of four fowl dived And herded dragon-flies to Where the trout out jumped the carp For the sapphire quad-winged engineering miracles.
All in all, a great day fishing at Lake Morena. The trout chose dragon-flies over Walmart eerie-descent Power Bait.
No loss, over all, a net gain. No bait spent for nothing, No time wasted, No hope lost.
Encouraged by kind comments here, I am delving into older notebooks. This is near where I learned an aspect of attraction that manifests as peaceful mindful no-fret-ness