Two Sunrises and a Nightmare!

  I spend a good many mornings on the pier watching the sunrise.  This is my time to prepare for the coming day as I soak in the peace and tranquility of the morn.  It is relaxing to hear the birds singing praises of the morning as the sun's rays start to peep over the pines on the far shore.  Yesterday, that horizon was blotted with heavy clouds so the sun refused to shine.  What was to the east was a waterspout.  That entity worked its way in the Bay and then fizzled.  This morning's eastern sky was a mix of thick, blocky clouds and brilliant sun rays.  Both sunrises were fascinating, to say the least.  One morning could have turned scary had the waterspout come my way while the other evoke an extreme peace.

  The sighting of the waterspout brought back memories of a terrifying dream that I had as a teenager.  While in dreamland, Pop and I were going fishing.  When we reached his small skiff docked here on the Bayou, we saw dozens of waterspouts making their way across the Bay directly for us.  We hurried back in his old truck and sped home to tell Mom and take cover.  It seems (in my dream) that the waterspouts made landfall and quickly turned into tornadoes throwing this whole side of the Bay into turmoil.  It was a frightening dream and seemed oh, so real.

   The next morning, Pop and I were heading fishing when I told him my dream.  He stopped me mid dream and finished the story for me.  It seems that he had the very same vivid nightmare that I had.  Both of us sat in his old truck for a while looking out over the Bay.  We were both shaken, to say the least, and were almost skeptical about heading out in the small boat. 

  I cannot remember if we ever went fishing that day or if we turned around and went home.  I do remember it being a strange feeling to know that he and I both had the same frightening nightmare of dozens of waterspouts/tornadoes.  I will say, however, that this nightmare never dulled our love of fishing!