he was fishing at 4:00 oclock in the a.m. somewhere on Snake Creek Lake in eastern Utah. the stillness like a living thing about him. on the blue moon glow of the motionless lake. in the quiet trees along the bank. in the way the owls held off thier full moon feeding frenzy. he watched as a quiet and spectral heron glided from a stand of sycamore tree out into darkness. he watched his line and felt the world around him waiting for his next move. 1 time zone away and a day and a half worth of driving he could see her. whe was leaving the bar, her arm around someone random. her thoughts drifting out like a net. casting for something. comfort? heat? He checked his rod, plucked the taunt line and thru it felt the entire muddy bottom of the lake. this is patience, he thought. this is just like waiting.Birth sign: Taurus
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