Old Souls (Fishermen)

Moon in sky, and sun not fully risen.
Each travelled from his own home, his own way. 
Two men, perhaps older than expected, yet young at heart.
Organizing, setting up gear.
Seated here. Seated there.
Fog of silence broken with the spark of conversation. 
Reminiscing. 
Remembering.
Describing what felt how, and how what felt.
Time's hourglass paused its sand from sifting.
Time stood still. There was no one around.
"Do you remember when..."
Agreement. 
Wise considerations.
Revelry in the reverie. 

Christo and Paul discussed Nokia's.
Flip-phones. And how the iPhone 5 felt.