Up early and watching the fishing boat lights pass across the dark Lake Michigan horizon like a series of broken mirror shards. The lake is very loud this morning but the lights are silent, reﬂecting something louder than light and surf. I wish all those ﬁshermen well. But I wish the fish well, too, hoping they might ﬁnd food that will not pierce them. Something louder than bombs. More silent than light.
Early Morning Fishing Boats
November 27, 2015 by Leave a Comment