Woman: Oh, he’s a big fella.

Man: Where? Oh, he’s big.

The big fella swims deep, nosing the gravel of the creek bed with singular concentration.

Most of the time, that’s his whole world: gravel.

Man: What’s he looking for?

Woman: Periwinkles? May-flies?

Gravel, gravel, gravel. Rarely, something shiny or something bright catches the big fella’s eye and he leaves the creek bed and swims to the surface and there’s a small splash and a dragonfly disappears, or sometimes a lure of chrome or polished brass.

Incomplete list of shiny things that have caught the big fella’s attention:

• The phrase “better to stay silent and be thought a fool than to speak up and remove all doubt” (as a child);
• The idea of going through life without leaving any footprints (as an older child);
• Young woman in blue shirt eating a banana in a cafeteria (back in college);
• Falling stars;
• Heat lightning;
• Fireflies;
• Certain people;
• The phrase, “as you live your days so do you live your life” (somewhat recently);
• The phrase, “your problem is you think you have time” (more recently)

Man: Where’d he go?

Woman: Into that shady pool, I think.