Grian casts his fishing rod into the river for the millionth time today. He swings his legs as he sits on the edge of the dock, his boots grazing the top of the water. It's calming now that he's not frantically trying to get a mending book. He can just enjoy the water and the gentle light of the afternoon sun reflecting off the surface.

[art by @Brainr0tCNTRL on twitter]