The cool air reminds me that I shouldn’t be thinking about her. Fall was our time. Me and the one who got away. I flatter myself. I like to believe I had her hooked but she was just teasing at the line.
The warm sun reminds me of the one I should be thinking about. The one I did reel in, or perhaps she reeled me in. Mutual reeling? Sure, why not.
The wet grass reminds me to dream about one I never met. I’d add a deep-sea fishing metaphor here if I knew anything about deep-sea fishing. I don’t.