It
is early for the little Trawler Osprey.
The Great Sun is still hiding, unable to play its game with the wind and
therefore the waves. Even the fish know
of the powerful Great Sun. So the fishermen and the fisherdogs must search for
their bounty in the wee hours.
Trawler
Osprey weaves through these workers, zigging and zagging to miss their lines.
Slowly she goes, idling out of the channel and into the ocean-like Lake
Michigan. She weaves through more
fisherpeople and turns south. The lake’s
vastness still carries the memory of yesterday’s north-westerly winds even as
the water and wind exert their north-easterly influence, pushing against the
hull. Trawler Osprey is lifted and
propelled forward by the gentle one foot swells. Dawn breaks.
The
Great Sun appears over the dunes. How
will Great Sun play with us today?
Suddenly, something happens that has NEVER happened before. Great Sun catches fire, smoke billows from
her. Branch Cloud notices and fans the
other clouds over to help. “Hurry, hurry
Cumuli, Great Sun needs us”! Quickly,
they surround her, protect her, and calm her.
An
hour has passed. Trawler Osprey wonders how her travels will be affected by
these events. Is a thunderstorm
coming? Will the wind and waves suddenly
become tumultuous? Can I make it to Port
Sheldon? In the end, Great Sun peaks out
with splendor and sparkle. She lets All
know that she is okay and that, once again, All may be grateful to make their
destinations safely on this wondrous September day.
THE END.
Story and pictures by Patty Dawson with
the help of the HD feature on her camera!
