A solitary fisherman, sits on the beach at dusk, weaving his broken fishing net. His face worn, tired, but determined to finish the task as he has promises to keep. The sea is calm and is a beautiful shade of blue, in the sky a hint of red, the heavens and the earth are ready for the journey these fishermen venture out every night. Only he knows the storms in his mind. The dream he cast out to sea, entwined in the nets, need to be brought ashore because every time he closes his eyes, there is a bright smile that he sees, a reminder of the reward he so dearly cherishes.
