Diving for Ayu Memories

Standing on a rock

Overlooking the river below

Upstream an old man is fishing for ayu

I hope my splash does not scare away the fish

I lean forward and jump

Questions about the depth of the river

Disappear as I cut through the water

The cold water awakens my senses

I don’t appreciate the freedom that youth brings

At least not at this moment

On shore the old fisherman has started a fire

Fresh ayu pierced with long sharp sticks found on the shoreline

Salted on both sides

He cooks them over the fire

Each side getting their due

He hands me a savory stick

I take my first bite

The freshness of the beautiful ayu

Is only matched

By today’s memory

A wonderful time of younger days


Originally posted August 5, 2015


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