I fed crackers to ducks in the eddy of a big river. Away from shore, the current ran green and swift. A sea lion undulated here and there. Geese flew downriver. Driftwood floated by. Three boats formed a hog line at the mouth of a nearby smaller river to fish for salmon. One fisherman had his shirt off. An old woman walked her old dog and they never walked in a straight line.<\/p>\n
A long-haired man emerged from the big rocks and massive cottonwood stumps. He was smoking and drinking an iced coffee and talking to himself aloud. He had the appearance of a homeless man. I tried to discern the meaning of his words but failed. Perhaps it was a failure of my imagination.<\/p>\n
I found a tangerine in my sack lunch and extracted it. I went over to the man and offered him the tangerine. He accepted and thanked me. There was recognition in his face. I left the river and plotted my way to home because I had one. I turned around for a final look at the man. He was eating the tangerine and smoking and talking aloud, all three at once, a fascinating combination to observe. I dearly wanted to comprehend his words. I felt certain they presented an important story and I wanted to know it.<\/p>\n
(If you found this post enjoyable, thought provoking or enlightening, please consider supporting a writer at work by making a financial contribution to this blog or by purchasing an NSP book.) <\/i><\/p>\n\n I fed crackers to ducks in the eddy of a big river. Away from shore, the current ran green and swift. A sea lion undulated here and there. Geese flew downriver. Driftwood floated by. Three boats formed a hog line at the mouth of a nearby smaller river to fish for salmon. One fisherman had […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3889,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[721,592],"class_list":["post-3888","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","tag-acts-of-kindness","tag-kindness","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3888","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3888"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3888\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3891,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3888\/revisions\/3891"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3889"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3888"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3888"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3888"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}