In my reflection, I see a satisfied angler holding his fly rod, because he gets to fish with good friends. Every slosh in the mud or cast rolled symbolizes a well-spent moment.
The fishing's been good all winter and spring, culminating with a good day on Saturday. Many fish, many photo ops, and many high-fives. I'll leave the details between the banks, save for one photo.
All this floods my mind as I watch the rivers rise.