The Reading The Writing Life Life: Chapter 3

It just so happened that a couple of months ago I was privileged enough to go to a hot springs for a week.  The hot springs were in the middle of nowhere and the landscape was truly beautiful.  However, what I really cared about was the hot springs themselves.  I put on some swimming equipment and wandered over to one of the pools.  Looking inside I saw little fish swimming around.  They were translucent fish and they flashed different colors constantly.  I grabbed at the water when one was red, and when I took my hand out, the squirming fish was colored green.  The hot spring connoisseurs were watching me in my attempts to catch the fish.  They were rightfully in awe, as each time my hand dove into the water, it emerged with a color flashing fish.  I am an astute person, so I know about light refraction, and about how fish are slippery little devils, so I didn't aim for the fish themselves, I aimed for the heart of the fish; the water in front of the fish that I could feel truly carried the fish.  And each time I came out with a fish.  I had a pile of about fifteen fish next to me, no longer changing colors, just sitting there dull silver.  I had conquered the fish, without even getting my toes wet.  But it had still been an effort and it was a rewarding effort I felt.  But then I went inside the lodge for dinner, and I found that little silver hot spring fish were being served by the hot spring employees.