Extraordinary Day

 On a lazy October day the sun warmed the two brothers as they pressed apple cider from an old press. Talk was as easy as the unforced turning of the fall colors around them. Topics were not the value, just being there was, because there, was a fine place to be. A couple dogs wandered around as the two brothers tasted their cider eventually  3 salmon were cleaned and the two decided to go fishing. Several miles away at a friends house the two of them took an old 12 foot aluminum skiff found a stick for a boat plug grabbed two old oars and set off in a beautiful little cove in search of fish or to just live this day the way it was suppose to be lived. The tiny cove sided with tall trees, gentle sloping gravel beds topped with clam shells, little juttings of land that caused twists and turns and that special October sun that reminds us that this too will pass surrounded them. With one oarlock broken the younger brother paddles while the ancient brother rows. Memories,questions, philosophy, blended into the afternoon sun. Agenda-less, unrushed, natural they become the day. Two beautiful mallards flew to the sky as they came to the end of the little cove, a couple old derelict boats tucked in the woods seemed content in their resting place with maple leaves, cedars bows canopying their bed. The tide moved slow as the two brothers rowed, and it matter not that a line was never casted. What was shared, was they were brothers, held together not by what they were doing but by who they were on the inside. The I can't really see or understand why but it's there, you are a part of me and I value you. Your worth is a part of mine and on this day we shared the who of who we are and it is good. We said good by and both knew what words cannot convey you are my extraordinary brother that  I love on this extraordinary day.