Casting a Line


The sun is setting along the Malecon seawall. I come across a father and son, fishing off of it’s edge, a popular Havanan pastime. It is a simple hobby, inexpensive and people have been doing it for as long as they have been on this earth. All one needs is a pole, a line and some bait, however, the returns on this modest venture could not be greater. There is a bond found in the quiet tranquility. One father to one son, yes, but then another, a bond to generations past who fished off these same rocky shores. I stay as twilight comes and father and son cast out another line, a line connecting them directly with Mother Nature. This is her gift, a natural treasure, to be shared for all time.







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