Lone Shrimpboat

The pink sky was what drew me...with its intriguing brush strokes, swirling and mesmerizing. The shrimp-boat came after...after the camera was aimed at the sky and brought down, supposedly replete. There was the boat: putt-putting like a child's toy on a bathtub sea. It was on its way home - as I was - from a day of casting for answers. The shrimper's answers came in the form of fresh shrimp...nourishment for family and customers alike. My fishing took place in my therapist's office, and I hope he had better luck than I.