Made my way to the Japanse Gardens this weekend and it is always worth the trip. There are over a hundred Koi over a foot long each in the ponds. These fish have long lives and very well could be there after I'm gone even if I should get another 40 years. And they have a sort of ancient bearing about them, even as they comically gape their mouths open as if begging for the floating pellets we toss them. It seems they remind me of something deep and still within me that I cannot exactly name.