I am at 1400 ft. elevation in the foothills of the Cascade Mountain. The stream is a perfect one with all the pools and riffles and tailouts and such. I have just tied into a large wild rainbow trout with my three weight and a squirrel tail hair nymph. There is a water ouzel doing its strange thing. Small steelhead are sipping insects from the surface of the pool at the end of the deep hole where I am fishing. I have seen hawks and vultures and deer. Wildflowers fill me with wonder. Time has ceased to exist. There are no bombings, racism, illiteracy or politics. It is as though I am sitting on God's lap. How could I ever give this up? Only, only when my body can no longer complete the effort. Only then.