The Fetch

The return from my road trip brought to mind a word that I can’t shake. “Fetch.” In the Southern Ocean, I would observe “the fetch” on a daily basis. I hadn’t known the term before that, but it refers to the surface of ocean over which the wind blows, and you can observe its direction and the waves generated. Riveting, right? Staring at the water looking for the movement of wind. However – the recent rains have made for phenomenal growth of grasses and weeds along the interstate. And on the overpasses which can’t be mowed uphill, the waving and rippling of the grasses was beautiful! It reminded me of the fetch. And the fetch reminds me to look for the small things. And with that thought, I am going to fetch some sleep in that most wonderful place to return after a trip – my own bed!