Fishing where none have fished…
What if dreams can come true? When the things you long for come to pass, and the rain ceases to fall upon the dull grey concrete below. When the towering behemoths that are there solely in prohibiting you from proceeding suddenly stand aback. When you can look back at the rodomontade of those behind you, of those who claimed, so garrulously of their triumphs and think nothing of you, and then you ignore it all, and can proceed, much to the disbelief of those who had always thought you so pertinacious.
But dreams are not always so simple. Sacrifices do sometimes have to be made. Choices are choices, after all. If life were so gracious as to give you an easy choice, show me such a place, and take me there.
what was he doing there??
seriously i had no idea. We were driving past and on the left there’s this raised embankment. And there was a fishing rod! so we thought ‘is there a lake here?’ so we stopped and climbed up the embankment and lo and behold, there’s this guy with a fishing rod with an expanse of grass. bizarre!
seriously weird pple around. =P