You can hear the sound of fishing.

And the faint sound of having come all this way for nothing.

IF NOT THE RIVER BY MELISSA MULVIHILL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 119

You can hear the sound of fishing in the river, the breeze brushing in, the way it mumbles the unfathomable, and the faint sound of having come all this way for nothing, the snap and shush of the fishing rod, as you wade into …