The Lake Aidan Regan
I walked out of our house and into the cool evening breeze I walked along the gravel road and looked up at the crimson red and orange sunset
I arrived at our small dock, which was so small it was like a goldfish in the ocean
I sat down on our one Adirondack chair and looked around at the lush green scenery by on the dock
The glistening water reflecting the evening sunset onto the dock
I watched birds fly over the vast lake towards the mountains towering over us
I got up and watched the shiny fish quickly swimming around the dock scanning for anything to eat
I grabbed my fishing pole and worms, preparing the bait, hook, and lure I stood in the cold water, so cold that it might have been from Antarctica I cast my line, reeling it in slowly and deceptively so the fish think it’s just a worm As I waited, I looked at the scene around me I noticed how the trees look like they have been here forever, and how the bushes swayed with the wind I felt a teensy tug on the line, so I looked into murky 10
water and saw a tiny fish grab onto my hook
I slowly reeled it in and saw a glimpse of the fish The fish was a smallmouth bass and was light green with dark green stripes
The fish was so green that it could have blended right into a forest
The sun reflected on the hook and shined in my eye as I reeled him in
I pulled him out of the water, and he started squirming and shaking like he was struck by a lightning bolt
I examined him to estimate his size and he was about the length of a pencil
I pulled the hook out and tossed him back into the water I watched him swim away as if he were being chased by something
I did this a couple of times and then climbed back up onto the dock because it was getting very dark out
I took one last look at the marvelous lake in front of me I began to walk back up to our house with my fishing rod in one hand and the bait in the other
And I walked back up the gravel road to the one story house on Atateka Drive Background Photo by Chris Krein
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