I sat on a bank of a brook waiting for a fish that I can never can hook I cast and cast.
Fish just never seems to bite the fly I tyed that night.
The brook keeps flowing. The sun rises and the sun sets.
I keep fishing that brook because that's when I'm the happiest and at rest.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
I sat on a bank of a brook waiting for a fish that I can never can hook I cast and cast.
Fish just never seems to bite the fly I tyed that night.
The brook keeps flowing. The sun rises and the sun sets.
I keep fishing that brook because that's when I'm the happiest and at rest.
