Some Things Are Better

Some Things Are Better

Sunny and warm – a perfect day for fishing. Or, Merry had thought so, and was happy to throw his gear over his shoulder and stroll down to the sparkling water.

Leaving responsibility behind for at least a couple of hours, he let his mind drift while unfastening the boat, thinking of the savory dinner his wife would fix with his catch. Sweet lemon, juicy, tart... pungent peppercorn... he could practically smell it.

“Papa!”

Looking up, Merry smiled.

Holding out his arms to catch his bounding lad, he could already tell he was not going to get much real fishing done today.