Somewhere between afternoon and dark, the light casts a golden glow across the slick water. Try not to hurry and the 15 minutes of sweet light and sudden stillness will etch into memory as an eternal evening. Is this the moment when the river holds its breath? Or is this a long exhale into night?
Skate a fly across the surface.. right there in the slick water behind the submerged bedrock. Once, twice, then the quick, long flash of a swiping steelhead. It won’t even touch the fly or break the water, and now I’m hunched over wondering if it ever really happened. Keep at it and another fish farther down slices through the surface, its silver side casting a glow in the evening light. For real. But, somehow, it all seems like a fantasy in the eternal place between light and dark…
Shaken Rain 