There is a river near here and if conditions are right there is a spot on it where the past and the future become so soaked in the present that there are soon no other spots or rivers or places anywhere else.
In this spot is or was a very large fish. We have met on three occasions.
I do not claim to know this fish well as ours were brief encounters all three but in exact contrast to the tone and type of language I used following the sudden departure of this fish I found our moments together very pleasant.
The fact that this spot somehow elevates a person beyond the typical demands of space and time is reason enough in my view for the giving of a name. I intend to raise the matter of a name for this spot with its large resident at our next mutual convenience but until then it is difficult for me to locate for you. Being nameless it cannot be identified in a simple way and being connected only loosely to space and time it cannot be described by a series of directions.
I can tell you this: upriver from this spot is a shallow braid where the water breeches its banks and skims across a beach of young willows. The current is broad and mild there but even so it presses against the tiny trunks of those willows and causes them to quiver. These quivers rise up those trunks and often are joined by the effects of a breeze. All this movement the quivering and the swaying or sometimes just a quiver or just a sway but usually both compounded in some novel way it all gathers in the sagging boughs of those willows where insects hunch on trembling legs. These insects despite their efforts soon become unseated from their ill-chosen roosts and tumble wriggling onto the water below. The river then receives the fallen insects one by one each in its own gentle meniscus and delivers them in a final collusion directly to the spot in question. And when these insects arrive the fish are ready. They rise for their food right up to and even beyond the surface of the water and often with vigour.
As for the largest of the fish from this nameless spot I have only seen it rise with vigour on three occasions.
I might someday describe this fish for you in careful detail. I might tell you then of its vigorous ascent from the depths and even adjust my account according to the three variations of the event. But first I would need to loosen these images and their associated emotions from my own inner depths where I have resolved to keep them until I myself have enjoyed a fourth and more thorough acquaintance with this fish. In the meantime I trust you to understand and be patient. Difficult memories of brief encounters are best left undisturbed until some form of resolution is achieved or within reach or is at least conceivable under the right conditions.