Everyday Friday on that dock.
(click: "dock")[Exactly at 6am.]
He sat there, legs hanging over the side of the old dock.
(click: "old dock")[His face was blank. I could never guess what he was thinking about. Legs aimlessly swaying in the air.]
(click:"air")[He looked so at peace in the pink light of a groggy sun.]
He was [[reliable]].As I brought my boat closer to the dock, (click:"dock")[he looked up at me.
His eyes searched for something in my own.]
(click:"something")[These moments were my favorites when I went fishing Friday mornings.]
(click: "Friday mornings")[As my boat drew nearer to where he sat, I always noticed something change in him. Gone was the face of peace and blissfulness.] (click:"blissfulness")[He snapped back into reality.]
(click:"reality")[Even though I was closer to him now,] (click:"now")[he always felt farther than when he looked into me while I was on my [[boat]].]
And like that, the spell was broken. (click:"broken")[We returned to being the people we were.]
(click:"people we were")["How much for today, Mr. Fisherman?"]
(click:"Mr. Fisherman")[I sighed and looked into my boat, already missing the silent space we shared.
"I dunno, I didn't catch much today...Maybe ten?"]
(click:"ten")["Only ten? Let me [[see?]]"]Double-click this passage to edit it.