Today at Jp Soccer during the water break Noah looks up at the sky and says, "Baba the clouds look like a Salmon Fish!"
I looked into the sky expecting a fish shaped cloud. Instead, I saw the wispy sandune like clouds that always reminded me of the beach. I would look up as a child from the 6th floor window in the Castle Square high rises looking upside, my head tilted back in a lying down position. I would imagine I could run across the clouds like they were the sand and the blue was the ocean and I could gallop along the sky waves.
But Noah saw the Salmon. Not a live salmon bu the fillet kind. I don't think I had actually eaten salmon like that when I was his age to tell the truth.
I laughed when he told me this because he was 100% Gong Gong's grandson. The Gong Gong that has oh so many fishing stories to tell. (In fact I hear that he almost got killed on a fishing journey in a stornm, but unlike the tourists, he knew to take refuge under the Mangroves. Grace assured me I would here this story 20 times or more the next time he has the opportunity.
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