A Little Michigan Story

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!