Pocket universes. You know, those quaint little teardrops of spacetime existing in their own separate reality within our own. You know, pocket universes.
I couldn't tell you if they actually exist in space or if they're only a figment of a Doctor Who episode tumbling around in my brain. I can say for certain that they do exist in my life––all the time in fact.
Paddle around that offshoot of the river channel around a fallen tree: tucked away is a northern pike hunting ground, unspoiled and wild. And all yours.
You could spend a lifetime exploring those little offshoots. So long, in fact, that you could start to ponder the infinite.
Better start heading back to the launch.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing.
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