Thursday, June 14, 2007
the fish thinks of flying
I can tell when it is snowing in the Snowy Mountains, although I am a good 6 hours drive away.
It is the colour of the sea: dark steel blue,fading to pale malachite near the shore, the raft of cloud sitting on the southern horizon large and flat; that arctic breeze whispering through, and the sun: pale yellow like dead grass.
Even with the air temp 10deg, the sea is 20deg. I dont like the getting out: I peer at the world, nose deep in the water.
I was reminded of this:
"At night every river has a secret twin a ghost of air washing above the living water down toward the sea" *
There is a ghost, above the sea, betraying the secret of its warmth.
I checked my hunch on the snow-cam: hah! yes indeedy.
This is what I like to see.
Or not see.
A snowy blanket being woven for the fish to fly in.
Perisher Valley Snow cam
* peter carey "The True History of the Kelly Gang"