"Across the street is a lake and on the lake this gray, rainy morning is a flat-bottomed fishing boat. From my seat in the coffee shop, all I can see of the fishers are one white sweatshirt and one black sweatshirt. I wonder what their relationship is to each other; father and son or long-time friends, the kind of friendship that doesn't require words, particularly between men. I glance away as a group of women bustle into the shop out of the misty damp and when I look back, the boat has drifted out of sight and all I see are a pair of ducks dropping in their barely controlled dives to the silvery water."
Beautiful word picture!
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