After the sun rises, I'm walking on the trail that loops around Back Bay. Around a steep bend in the track, I see Chung Tzu with a length of string and an old piece of wood. He has part of the string wrapped around the wood in the middle, but I don't think that he would ever catch anything -- it is comical, there is no hook.
"Good morning!" I say.
"Good morning!" says Chung Tzu.
"Going to go Fishing? I don't see you catching much with that!"
"Going to go Thinking? I'm sure you won't catch much your way, either!"
We both smile.
We both look at the vast expanse of Back Bay in the morning, and the wind comes up.
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For Camilla
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