Water feels like thick air with watercolor spots of fish and things. Some crawl, some fly. A shark is the kind of this realm, and the janitor too. He could eat just about anything he took a mind to dine on. But he's a lazy fellow and can only be bothered to clean up the scraps that he doesn't have to work for.
I tilted my rod so as to pass through the doorway out to the pier. Dragging my fishcart and my reluctant companion behind me, I moved toward the action.
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
27 September 2010 (The Mullet Running)
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