Mended my old net for a voyage I'll never take

Found my father's net in the sea chest today, so I spent the afternoon re-doing the bridle knots and tightening the meshes. No boat left and nobody to cast it, but the rhythm came back like I'd never been away. There's something honest about fixing a thing you'll probably never use. The motion is the meaning, I suppose — the walk down the pier is the voyage.