Fly fishing is often called “the quiet sport.” Alone with one’s thoughts on the water, we can find moments of true reflection. If only for a moment, focus shifts to achieving a connection with something vital, wild, and wholly removed from the chaos and clamor of our daily lives.
Moments of anticipation with hope and quiet focus retrain our brains to tune down the anxiety, noise, and anger so prevalent in our screen-addled lives. In the interstitial spaces of winter, we can heal.
