Fishing in the unknown

A day after skype, and deep still lies the uncertainty over what will happen next. Such an unsettling feeling, just waiting. The last trap about to be pulled from the water from you for the season, and fingers are crossed and thumbs held that it proves a winner. All seems lined up, it would be a terrible shame to see the chance pass. BUT out of your hands. Out goes the line beside you into the water. There is some skill in the cast and the flicks and the reel and the bait. But there is luck in it. Ha! For the pursued as well as the pursuer. Just as I looked to celebrate the guy's quick catch, he drops it pulling it out of the ocean. Then a quick nibble but again a failure to raise. Could it be symbolic of Groningen, then Aarhus? Can he land the third?

Patience. It is too difficult not to allow the mind to leap ahead to the moment in time in which you see the email in the inbox. If only a fixed date at least were known. What means each day's passing? What to do in the meantime, when the mind is elsewhere. On this beautiful, beautiful day. Cuba is going to be scorching but I cannot fucking wait. Either way, map out the future there. Blank piece of paper. "Time will work it out for you."

Oh McMahon. Just... Just... Something else will come along if not. Trust in that. If if if... C'mon Suzie. Be the girl.