Bears and Humans Wait for Salmon
I went out fishing before work. Rumors abound, there are fish around.
I didn’t catch anything, but I saw fish jumping. They are coming in! From their long pelagic sojourn, returning home. There has already been plenty of lyrical writing about wild salmon. I don’t have much to add but this:
Every year, it is a miracle. Every year it is a pulse of life that wakes everything in Alaska. They lift the sea. The tide lifts them.
The bears are waiting for the fish. The people are waiting for the fish. It’s about to begin!