Fish

I went fishing this morning. I sat on the rocks, holding onto the fishing pole. It was cold. I was bundled up. I don’t mind being cold when I’m out by the water. It felt like a part of life.

I caught a fish. I pulled it out of the water. It was a trout. We don’t normally get trout in Chicago. I figured it must have come out of a stream in Michigan and found its way across the lake to me.

The fish looked at me.

I said, “I hope you don’t mind.”

The fish said, “No, it’s part of life.”

I said, “Yes, I was just thinking that.”