A memory of my father

My dad absolutely adored fishing.

Everything about it. He wore a hat like with hooks in it. 😯

My sister and I did our best to share in his hobby, once invited but....well...🤮.

One time we were out in the Pacific, each holding a pole and he asked us if we knew where the water came from?

No...🤔

He then sought to inquire if we knew where it was going?

No.......🙄

He explained to us , indeed...who would be concerned about such on a beautiful day...

The past...nor the future need not worry us at all.

It's where you currently cast you line that matters most.

The gifts he gave us back then was the present.

🩷