This evening, I noticed snow falling outside our kitchen window and it filled me with excitement. I will always harbor a child-like fervor for snow in early winter, even moreso now as it becomes a vehicle in which trout will surge forward into streams. I imagine them finning in a slow, deep hold, waiting for another push of snow to give the river a few more inches of negotiable water as they journey upstream. Some will winter over, others will find their final sleep. They are there with me in the cold onslaught, silver-sided and determined. If I am lucky, I may get one to come visit me on the bank, both shivering in the face of the strange worlds before us.
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