A DREAM

I could taste Autumn in the air.

Orange and yellow leaves glided tenderly to the surface of the Skagit (Ska-chit) river as we paddled upstream.

“Life is a beautiful dream”, said Entiat.

I turned and nodded back in acknowledgment of my Native American brother.

Entiat was an elder of my tribe although he wasn’t much older than me. He was a born leader though. The elders recognised this early on so he was fast tracked through the rites of passage that gift a man with ‘The Knowledge’ of our ancestors.