At the garden centre, my toddler grandson wants to see the fish. His father lifts him to watch his favourite, the huge white carp ghosting its way around the indoor raised pond. See how it swims we say just like you!
I remember the carp I fed in a Kyoto park, how they flooded towards me, glowing sunlit gold, pushing their gaping mouths out of the water for food. How they followed my slow walk around their pool, their lithe bodies rippling the water.
I wonder how long ago the ghost carp last saw natural light, if it remembers how that felt?
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