Nothing much happned today…
smoke lifting its fingers into the calm morning air
August so cool almost bordering on cold
the river trip now so long ago but my minds eye sees with focus
the stream running like glass with swift currents below
I thought back to that uneventful day of bears roaming the shoreline
with moose crossing the boats path as fish pulled tight on my line….
Although I am still in Texas it wasn’t a fantasy but I guess you could call the writing above pieces from a day dream. I was sitting at the kitchen table reading a new book entitled “A land gone lonesome” about life along the Yukon river. I stopped for what I thought was a second to take in the many blessings of that day and my mind slipped gears taking me back to one of the many river trips I was on in the 90’s. Sure it was probably because of the book I was reading where the writers words were like paint on a canvas that brought alive that written river journey in my mind…and only a short leap between neurons in my mind to one of the many trips I reveled in when I first arrived in Alaska.
My stay here so far from home though almost half over has been filled with love and emotion. The stolen moments as I watched, unseen, my son and his wife talk and play with my grandchildren it was like experiencing the most wonderful of perfect days.
…and to me the rarest gift of all is the smile of my grandson
as he reaches out with almost a knowing look
and takes the hand of his grandpop