Sunday

Languid



Languid.  Moving slowly through the heat of a New Orleans summer day would seem the right place to find this treasure-hunt of a word rather than under the ice of a frozen pond but under the ice it is this morning.  Under the ice, wrapping the fish in stretched out syllables, the word has settled into a new home high in the mountains of North Carolina.   Not content with word's usual disdain for grammatical rules of engagement  this one has fled assigned playing fields as well.  All for the love of a beautiful pair of golden fish.