The Life of an Old Fisherman

The life of an old fisherman, on the edge of a cliff, a sunset curtain and a soft breeze.
His cast, an elegant swing of the pole perfected with time, the float that lends on the dancing waves, a cork as old as his wrinkled face.

The melody of the birds in cliff-side nests, a lizard scurries under a rock and a cricket hops on the dried blades of grass. In the distance, a village, and closed windows.

A fish on a hook, and the reeling of the prize of happiness and satisfaction. And the walk back home, the rubble walls and the stone and the carob tree.