FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 2 No. 1 Issue The colors by the water were bold, and the sun rays bounced off the water like glass.  There were waves of purple blended with pink and yellow along the horizon.  The bells were ringing loud.  Horacio was sweating. His heart was beating as he reeled in.  He remembered to layer his breathing between pulls.  He felt tired as he rotated his wrist to push the paddle forward, as he opened the bail arm, the spool spun loose, and the line ran.