Trolling with Wordsworth
Hardly able to contain myself, I stepped down from the driver’s side and took in several heaping lung filling breaths of the sweet pine air. Memories of my childhood made me giggle in its rush.
“It feels so good to be here again. Don’t you think, Julie? It’s been far too long. Aaah-oooooooooooooh! Aaah-ooooooooooooooh!”
“What the hell are you doing?” She asked as she exited the passenger side of the vehicle.
“It’s my wolf call.”
“I guessed that. But w-h-y? Do you think that’s wise?”
Having a low tolerance for such tomfoolery, I assumed she was somewhat discombobulated by my attempt at mimicry.
“Wise? It has nothing to do with being wise. It’s all about letting go and embracing the moment, Julie. Anyway, there aren’t any wolves in the area…I don’t think. Do you hear it?”
“What? That distant howling?” And, with a dismissive wave, she headed to the back of the SUV.
“I don’t hear any howl…Oh…I see…you’re just joshing me. You’d think I would have learned after forty years of marriage." Joining her, I said: “Julie, just stop and listen for a moment.”
“What am I supposed to hear?” she asked as she opened the trunk of the van.
“Nothing. Only the serenity of silence and nature. And those smells! Aren’t they wonderful?”
Her askance look bellowed ‘ARE YOU CRAZY OR SOMETHING?’
“Julie, why don’t we leave the unpacking till later, eh? And run down to the dock?&...