Josh wandered along the riverbank carrying his fishing rod and tackle box. Around him the day began to awake. Birds tweeted, frogs croaked and sunlight sparkled. It was all a refreshing change after the grind of the city and the constant cut and thrust of his work environment. Lately the place had been getting to him. Spending a weekend away had felt like a necessity for he was stretched to breaking point.
Slowly the tranquil environment calmed him and he looked around with interest. It had dark when he driven down to the random Airbnb he’d found online so he hadn’t seen much. Now an unusual purplish light played across the water and spilled over the vegetation. He’d never seen anything like it before but, he reasoned, he’d never been in this part of the country before.
Up ahead he spied an older bearded man leaning back against a tree trunk. A fishing rod dangled loosely in his hand. One seeing him the fellow gave a beaming smile of welcome.
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