MYTHICAL LUNKER

Everything is mythical when you're five years old; fathers, mothers, Santa, God.  But the world keeps spinning no matter what the five year old in you believes.  It's not that certain things seem larger than life, it's just life seems larger.
And in a thousand tiny surrenders or sometimes in one fell swoop, what you'd seen as truly mythical, you learn is merely myth.

The good news is that ultimately you find other myths to believe in.  Other people as well -- you see the myth for what it is, a close-up of a man in his bones.  

Smaller and greater and more like yourself than you care to admit.  The ego falls apart.  

Love is not a myth... swirling, enticing as the mythical lunker. 

Sometimes myths trump strolls down memory lane. 

And that mythical lunker lies just beneath the moss in the next cove. We all yearn for it to be there.

Trish L Frommer, 2014