The sunlight slices through the clear, aquamarine waters, which pool in the great spidering channels below the white cliffs. It's hear that the man floats along on his raft, a fishing line tied to a toe, a hazy brew by his side, and a straw hat covering his eyes. Below, the river god passes. It's long, serpentine body cuts silently through the water, disturbing nothing. It watches the man for a while, following the shadow of the raft. When the man wakes, he gazes down into the water and sees only the small fish rotating lazily in the shadow of the raft.
Paddy Dobson
13th May 2023