The Fish

We have this great fish weathervane on top of our downtown courthouse. It's from pioneer days when our town first got going. The blacksmith, I think his last name was Seward, made it. I've read it's six feet long, but when you're standing down on the street agazing up at it, (as I was doing this very evening) it seems hard to believe that it could be that large. As I stood beneath it tonight, I imagined myself, were it actually six feet long, stretched up on top of that fish, peering calmly down on the townsfolk walking to and fro below. I realize that's probably never going to happen, but if it could happen somehow, I think I'd really enjoy it, for however much time was alloted to me. Even a few minutes would be memorable.