My Line in the Water, and a Cup in My Hand

My pleasure has always rooted itself in simple relaxation. I've never been the active, adrenalin-flowing, super thrill-seeker type. I just sit, watch and appreciate the view, usually with music in my ears to pass the time. There are certain and very valid reasons for such a lifestyle, but let's just say, I'm surfing in my mind. An older me from another time and place, simply sat on this shore with a line in the water, and a cold cup of coffee in my hand. I would rarely ever catch anything worth cleaning. But during those precious hours, the world, as they say, "was my oyster", and all of it's issues and uncontrolable, and mostly petty problems simply disappeared in the mist of each crashing wave. Time to check the line... Either that great fish to the bait again, or that's one talented and deified shrimp! Anyway. I'll be here with my Dad.