Another long day has just delivered me upon the same Westward bound train. I sit to the window in mindless thought, contemplating how many times I might re-read the mundane newspaper?
Those around me have drifted off in fitful dose punctuated by lonely reluctant snores.
To my right, out the window, in the sun splashed splendor of this passing lush green land, there consumes my absent reflection. . .
. . . It was just past dawn and while the sun had not hit my neck as yet, I knew it’s warmth was coming.
I am an optimist, so upon my third cast, I recited the morning’s offering which habitually, has always served me well.
Then, in the half light, a flash just beneath the surface illuminated a tranquil sea and the run was on!
So many years have passed since, yet I’ll never forget the sensation and fear of slipping along the jetty, that early June morning.
Imagine for a second, a silver BMW, just below the water’s surface screaming so fast and equally bothered by all the inconvenience!! Pure muscle and Will.
It went out first and deep.
Seemed to consider all available options while I looked, in a somewhat conceited way, for any onlookers . .. . . . then it came back fast.
The slack to my line might have fooled me were it not for the massive torpedo, I watched before me.
He swam to the shallows of the beach and dove his nose into the bank and with a fury that was, to this day, most admirable thrashing the popper from his jaws.
Time on the water.
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Tales From The Rail 
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