River's Sky

There would be many days with me and this old river, I would go fishing hundreds of times alone and hundreds of times it felt just like home when down by the river. In a single day I walked the river from the old Robin Hood Flour Mill to the Ambassador Bridge. Other days I watched the river, the sky, the rain, the clouds, sun rise, sun sets, the currents, the directions of the currents, the waves, the different types of waves, the fish, one day I saw a big fish the water darken were he was as he rose closer to the surface, gliding smoothly to his right side he looked right at me with a man’s eye. He stayed on his side, he looked around, he looked at my line, then back at me, other things, he recognized all that he saw even me, then slowly re-submerged heading out in the direction of deep waters. It was as though I was face to face with another person not a fish. This was a fish but it had the brain of a person. Through his eye’s he was letting me know. Letting me know that he knew things, that he knew me? This is just another one of those strange experiences that stuck in my mind. A fish that appears human. The fish then proceeded to conveyed the thought to me that he was about to “head far out into deep waters”, far out from the snuggled safeness of the rivers shore. I was left with the impression that he wanted me to prepare my life for a far away journey, prepare my mind for a far different life than the life I am now accustomed. Prepare to descend to the next level.

Looking back I could later conclude that as I watched the sky, the sky was watching me. One morning as I stepped out onto the bank, I would be the first if not the only fisherman there. This spot was just east of “the foot of third” west of the old train ...

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...n. Things that seemed to me served not my immediate purpose. Only time will prove I was wrong. The obscure mystery behind River’s Sky was more than I recognized. The meaning of the events would not manifest themselves until years later. As time passed, Time would tell. River’s Sky would prove itself to be more than just an unconcerned rude chastising enigma. It would prove to be much much more. The river’s sky didn’t treat me as some charity case. It reacted to me as though I was someone else, or as though I was an older mature and wise person who should know better?

All clouds are not as they seem. Clouds also are a symbol. I learned this symbol and can interpret its various forms. amnuitManreia( it is a host of many that move as one).

There is another who sit as I sit and stand as I stand, you have many hosts but, cast one shadow—Tanalatonan Groit