Misty Fishing
As I walk down to the harbor this evening, the mist begins to fall. In the twilight, a few silhouettes still cling to their fishing rods. In the distance, the sirens of trawlers echo, their lights appearing soon after.
As I walk down to the harbor this evening, the mist begins to fall. In the twilight, a few silhouettes still cling to their fishing rods. In the distance, the sirens of trawlers echo, their lights appearing soon after.