Monday, June 20, 2011

Legal With Eagles


Last night the sky felt like the inside of a shell.... opalescent quiet pink, bright silver, distant blue, striped with wings of muted gold. I dreamed of the lake, washed with the scent of fish and water and the dusty sweetness of the balsam firs in the sun.

I always smell it miles before we get there and it makes my heart jump up in my chest....every single year.

I dreamed of mergansers slipping by all silent and secret, babies in tow, like beads on a nursery string. Of the resounding crash of a beaver's tail, the exact sound you would expect if someone in a really, really bad mood threw a bowling ball in the lake. It will wake you up at night when it interrupts the gentle susurrus of the wavelets against the dock, I can promise you that.

I dreamed of the Skin-so-Soft, bug dope, and dried plastic pseudo-worm, with just an understated hint of dead bait, smell of my long-closeted tackle box and the sharp bite of the line through my fingers on the rare occasions when I actually hook something.

Of eagles, loons and puddle ducks that babble around the porch, rudely demanding bread and cereal, and sooner rather than late.

I dreamed of the rocking cradle of the dock, a place to be of the water but not in it, gently shifting with the rhythm of the waves, one with ducks and dragonflies....the sun like a friendly hand on your shoulder or the caress of a loved one on your face.

I dreamed of all I love about our week at Peck's Lake each year, all the bright and shining joys it brings.....

And it came to me. I had better get down to the Town Clerk's office and pretty darned sudden too. I don't have a fishing license.

15 comments:

joated said...

Sounds like that week at Peck's can't come too soon!

lisa said...

I am sure dreaming the same things! I even have to do the same with the fishing license! Not long to go! Yippy!

Anonymous said...

We'll see you both there!
Mom and Dad

Jinglebob said...

Now that is writing!!!!

MAPPY said...

Fred , Love this!!! You are THAT GOOD !!!!
Cool!!!!!
Hot HOT HOT here !!! 99deg . here today nasty!!!
Love ya

Linda said...

You are, as always, a wordsmith! Get that fishing license and have a great trip.....don't forget the camera and the bait!

Rev. Paul said...

A masterpiece - I can't wait to read the followup.

Linda said...

You had be drifting right along with you.....restful, peacful....calm.

Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com

Breezey375 said...

Wait for me I need one too!!!!

Teri said...

Ahhhhh, thanks for taking me there for a few minutes...

threecollie said...

Joated, next month, but I am ready now. lol

Lisa, I am subtly packing this and that in a pile in the parlor.

Mom and Dad, can't wait. Love you!

JB, thank you kind sir

Mappy, thanks, kiddo. Miss you. So sorry about the awful heat

Linda, thanks...I can't wait. I guess I should start collecting worms pretty soon.

Rev. Paul, thanks...next month, the good Lord willing.

Linda, thanks, cmon out to NY and come up and sit on the porch with us for a few hours. Best time of the year! lol

Beck, yes you do my dear

Teri, you could really come up and visit if you would like to. I could send you directions and dates....

Cathy said...

TC. You blow me away. Better yet . . you took me with you . . .

lovely, lovely, lovely writing.

threecollie said...

Cathy, thank you...I do love that lake.

Ericka said...

i love your way with words.

i close my eyes, and hold your words in my mind, and smell the lake and feel the softness of the air on my skin.

you have a gift. thank you for sharing it with me.

threecollie said...

Ericka, thank you so much for your kind words. It seems as if everything takes me to the lake this time of year as we wait for the actual trip...Just a glance at a rock has me thinking of the shore. I sure do love it there.