Thu, 19 May 2005

lilypads
My dad used to take his boat out into the far end of Durnal Lake, drifting into the lillypads, and fish would jump up into the boat and they’d have a short conversation, until my dad would then put them back in the water and they’d swim away.

“What you been up to?” my dad would ask.

“Swimming around. Eating.”

My dad, who only managed to get a couple free weekends a year to go talk to fish, would nod and say “Yeah, that sounds pretty nice.”
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