Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Every summer when I was a young adult, my family and I would go fishing out in Long Island. My father and my younger brother were enthusiastic fishermen. We would pack lunch, beverages and head over to the pier as early as 5AM in order to get to the "best" spot on the pier. It would be such an early morning but everyone was ready to start fishing, hoping to catch at least a 12" long blue fish or some kind of fish. I would always be the last one to leave the car to the pier. I always liked a light nap in the car with the sound of the ocean and the seagulls. When I do finally awake from the nap, I would head over to the pier to join my family, to wait patiently for something to be caught in the line. It was always a peaceful morning being there. I disliked putting on a live bait on the hook of the fishing rod but I always had my father to do that for me and I would be ready to throw the line into the water. I can close my eyes and still remember the calm feeling we would all get when we fished. It also was the only time where I would see my father being at his best, not bickering over nothing with my mother and actually smiling a little looking over the water.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Summer is just about over, they say. I live in an area where the weather is mild with lots of sun most of the year and it makes me feel like summer is not just from June to August. I am not in a rush to head to the beach for a last swim. Therefore, I will take my time with my ice cream cone.