AM

The Fisherman

I stood on deck above the wheelhouse, chilled, with the fresh sea air whipping against my face. I watched as the sun shone its last orange glow on the horizon and my view of land faded away in the distance. I was not on duty until the next day, when we would be far out enough to set the net and begin our tow. Tonight I could relax and ready myself for the week to come at sea.