There are things you can do every day, like the crossword puzzle, and there are things that can only be done when time and opportunity present themselves. Sometimes the windows close so quickly that a passion once so simple and ever present appears remote and complicated.
Cats kept indoors too long will still spring to life at the sight of a live mouse; the instinct to hunt never goes dormant. So it all comes together: a short trip to Florida, a window of time along a shoreline, a fly rod in hand.
I’ve heard musicians talk of the phenomenon of the space in between notes. Maybe it’s like that…the spaces in between the routine that produce moments of electricity.
This is all to say, I hadn’t been fishing in a while but I went, and it felt good.