Observations on Saturday (4)

I guess I could write about something I observed the other day, that unseasonal day, that still day, still as the day is still long, when I heard those two through the window talking about a work of mine, quite honestly too, because I certainly write about fish too often, but I can’t help it, for fish are so very interesting, though not everybody can enjoy them, Plato for instance, since fish have to see everything underwater through the piss and spawn and spit and tears of all the other animals, and I must remind myself to write less honestly.