Around the Fire
It is dark by the time we are off the water now. The drive back is the part I would keep.
August has a sound, and it's crickets. The last slow month before the calendar fills.
The kids were asleep by nine. All four of them. The week had used them up the way good weeks do.
The solstice lands on a Sunday this year. June 21. The longest day - and the whole day has the quality of borrowed time.
Some of the best parts of fly fishing happen after the fishing is over. After the last cast, when the camp chairs come out and the headlamps glow in the dark.
There's a moment at the end of every fishing day I've come to love more than the fishing itself. Not the cast, not the fish. The beer.
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