Longfellow Wrote:
The tide rises
the day returns
but nevermore, returns
the traveler to the
shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

I think of the outdoors when I read these lines from Longfellow's poem today.

I hope the tides eddy and collect into a pleasant oxbow lake.

A lake full of restless trout.

And all of the trout, restless and ready to bite on a bit of worm,

hanging on a hook,

dangling from a string,

connected to our white and spotted aspen twigs.