Wishin’

I was driving home on a two-lane blacktop in Wyoming when I drove over a bridge.  Down below was a river in a serene setting.  I wished I could have taken the time to pull over and disconnect from the world for a couple of hours. The trouble?  I don’t fish.  I don’t like to eat fish.  I don’t like the smell of fish.  I will never be a fisher.

Too bad for me, isn’t it?

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