The Sentinel

After around 20 days of winter steelhead fishing on the Peninsula this year, I have been pondering how to write a piece detailing just how significant chasing these stewards of Mother Nature has been to my partner and I. The friendships we have formed, the knowledge gained, and the shift in perspective have been of a magnitude I have yet to experience. The time, the place, and the creatures have changed my life, here’s what is painted in my mind. Unending, and all-consuming.

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Flashes of a rosy glint.

A splatter of a World dancing behind an emerald veil.

The Silver Sentinel surveys her Kingdom. Omniscient.

A crystalline Sky

And Beneath,

A Fortress under siege.

Unbreakable, made fragile.

A trick by the Invader.

The Sky shatters,

Speckled black on an Unknown Green.

Rose gilded Chrome. Exposed,

But not broken.

Gates open

as the Watcher returns.

Anguish painted on Her face.

Resolute.

The Sentinel resumes her Watch.

The Stones dance.

The Sky flows.

Thank you Teagan, Jeff, Greg, Keith, Dad and Mom.