the poetry of fly fishing
from childe harold's pilgrimage
as presented in
James Fenimore Cooper
"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore.
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal"
…and tranquility can be found in many places but for many people, while frequently elusive, it is most thoroughly attained on the water. For me, emotion contemplated on the water brings my mind, on the whole, to be in a state of enjoyment. Probably for you too…