This afternoon I was overcome by an urge to go fishing.
I was reading the short story "The Big Two-Hearted River" by Ernest Hemingway.
It talks a lot about fishing.
Actually the whole thing is about fishing.
I think there is supposes to be a deep underlying meaning about the main character's return to real life after World War I. I'm really excited to learn about that second meaning in class tomorrow.
But right now all I want to do is go fishing.
((I also mostly just want to go fishing with the guy in the middle here...his face mirrors my excitement.))