THE INTERNATIONAL PULPWOOD QUEENS AND TIMBER GUY BOOK CLUB
OFF THE PAGE with River Jordan
The wind is whipping up the hill. The leaves on the trees trembling with each gust, making patterns like waves that wash across the tops of them. I follow the ripple of this – trees bending, and swaying and it brings so many things to mind at once I have to close my eyes and just stop and remember. The sound of waves lapping at the edge of the surf. The tinkling of the bubbles as they swing back towards the deep. Like the sound of Champagne just poured, a sound that brings a soothing kind of delight. Watching the wind make ripples across the water of Holmes Creek as I fished with Daddy, pulling up my worm thinking I’d gotten a bite and Daddy saying, “It’s just the wind.” I’d drop my worm back in the water, watch that red cork dance 126
JUNE 2022
