I can't see clearly now... - Seeing Sideways

So, about a week ago, my friend asked me if I wanted to join him in fishing. While I was still trying to figure out about how to deal with this abnormal project I was given for this class...well, having heard of his prowess with the fishing pole, I was intrigued to see how good his skills was - and since it was at a place near the rivers, I thought it might give me some good inspiration for class as well in the meantime.

So, I went to fish with him two days ago near Caterac falls, about an hour's drive away from Indianapolis. The sun was awfully strong when I got out of the car, and the familiar scent of the riverbed quickly engulfed me when I approached the creek itself.
I took my jacket off in the meantime, the cold air that permeated through the surroundings being negated by the harsh brightness of the sunlight itself. Bees were flying, minding their own little business of collecting some stuff from the sunflowers on the trail, and the gnats were doing their pesky little job of annoying the crap out of people.

While I set up shop near one of the shades underneath some rocks, readying a crane pole to fish for...well, whatever was in the water, just then, I remembered a story I heard long ago.

And the content of what I remembered fitted perfectly for the assignment for the class. Now what did I just say about getting inspiration from the place?
The good mood that I acquired from the revelation quickly turned sour from watching my friend's godlike skills in fishing. By the time the sun settled in the horizon, I caught nothing...

And my friend, with that silly grin on his face, caught more than 40 fishes, the little orange bucket he had near him teeming full of those little bastards.

In a mental note, I told myself never to bet against him when it comes to fishing next time...

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Oh right. Anyways. The story I remembered when I was at the river creek? If I remember correctly, it went on like this;

"Long ago, before there was words, people conveyed their feelings through the use of stone letters. They would go and find a stone that would fit the feeling they have in their hand - a rough edge on the rock would show concern, or sharp, pointy sides would reveal a troubled feeling...a smooth stone would be happy and peaceful, so on and so forth. When they pass the stone to someone they care, they would essentially be conveying their feelings to the other using the stone itself."

The story came from a movie called Departure, which was a movie about the passing away of people and how a person comes into terms with it. Seeing as how the assignment focuses on things other than sight, I thought this would be a perfect example to bring to class, and see how the people would react to it.