The night was clear and cold
I had the orange Halloween lights out
The decorated the stainless rails on the boat
Surrounding the seating area in a pumpkin colored glow
The Lake Michigan waves gently rocked the boat
A classic Chris Craft cabin cruiser
Lovingly named Armoise
I had two lines in the water
One on each side of the boat
Each with a few different kinds of bait on fixed jigs
A little worm here
A little minnow there
A veritable buffet for whatever fish happened along
It was vacation and I was relaxing
A heater at my feet
A favorite book on my lap
Though the rocking motion of the boat
And the sound of the soft waves
Was fast trying to put me to sleep
In the distance I could hear an airplane going overhead
A pretty regular occurrence
As this spot was on one of the main flight paths
Into and out of Chicago
I looked up and watched the pinpoints of light go by
That marked the jets place in the sky
I had just turned my attention back to my book
When I heard a strange sound
The sound of rushing air
Looking up
I saw a blur smash into the water
Only a boat length away on the port side
A plume of water exploding upwards
Illuminated by my holiday lights and the moon
Then raining down all over me and the boat
Now drenched
I went below for a towel and change of clothes
My sodden book laying on the deck next to my chair
The starboard side fishing pole playing out line
As a fish merrily ran with a late night snack
I stripped down and dried off
Swearing to myself about blue ice
And people who threw things out of airplanes
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