Wednesday, February 5, 2014

A Little Carping

My walk Monday ended where the Central Canal 
empties into the White River. I stood for a long time,
watching a school of carp as they idled in a pool 
of sunlight at the river's bank. The fishes' slender, 
blue-gray bodies stood out against the yellow clay. 
The surface water sank to the bottom, carrying with it 
particles of soil, decomposed leaves, and other 
matter, pushing the clearer water to the top.

It's a good thing I took the opportunity to
get outside when I did because another front
bringing a heavy snowfall is working its way 
across the mid-western and eastern states.
Much of the population is suffering from an 
epidemic of seasonal affective disorder;
barely one month into the season, people are already 
thoroughly sick of the cold. You could charter
a fleet of Boeing C-130's to airlift everyone 
who wanted to go South for warmer weather.
It would be a mercy flight.

1 comment:

William Kendall said...

When I see fish in a river or the canal here, I often wonder what they must think, seeing us standing above the water.

Stay inside and keep warm!