Black Waves

The mildly abrasive, warm, yellow sands stretch out to the limits of my vision, and tickle calloused feet as I squeeze and release chunks of sand between my, supposedly longer than normal, toes. I am tenuously holding between thumb, index finger, and middle of my right hand, a flimsy plastic trowel. A pail, no larger than a […]

The Great Deceit of Fishing

I do not enjoy fishing. I have never had a burning compulsion to stand on the shore of a placid lake, bait my hook, and launch into the aquatic mirror my rivulet-causing projectile.  This endeavor always seemed a waste of time.  All of the time spent anticipating the hypothetical tension when hook makes purchase with […]