A Pentecostal moment
It could have been attributed to the early rainbow at sunrise, but whatever it was, while it lasted, it was grand. I could suddenly understand the language of fishermen and he could understand the language of photographers. He did not look at me cross eyed as I talked of f stops and shutter speeds and fishing for eagles with glass. He understood. And I did not feign knowing as he expounded deep water lures and watching for signs of shad leaping. We understood. And it was good.
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