Light lingered late into the evening, Lily wanted us, furtively winking...stay. Just one more cast. Just one more. Like that feeling of when you're a kid, having to leave your grandmother's house when she's baking cookies. There are treats yet to be had. You get the glimpse your mother doesn't want you to see through the oven-door window. And, you salivate. Please can we stay? Lily opened the door and the smell of pine baked with alpenglow wafted out. It would have been rude to refuse, after what she'd given. No, indeed -- she hadn't hosted others so well. And so we stood, Jay and I, outlined by twilight. An evensong of bullfrogs and a redwing blackbird boy-chorus, higher pitched and more immature -- bullfrogs have lived life, and they have the voices to prove it.
Just one more cast...
...after one more cast.
Jay looked at me, apologizing for not being able to help himself in that I'm really not sorry for this kind of way. "I've infected you too" he said, "haven't I?" My continual casts affirmed my sickness. He smiled. "Ok, we each catch one more, and then we leave...deal?"
Except, no deal.
"One comin' in fast your way....edge of the reeds!!!" ===> Jay whispered and pointed my way. I'm learning his hand signals...reading his rod tip and left hand like a border collie and a shepherd's cane. Soon, I'll do before he can tell. But right now, I still need his whispers. Strip, strip, strip -- in came my new micro-streamer pattern (The Lily Bugger, Jay took to calling her). Following, the trout broke the surface...a cutthroat of red. Red, rusted onto its gills as a reminder of the need for food -- these cuts...coloring feeding with the dangers of being delicate...of being too beautiful.
"Coming from your right....end of your leader." I whispered towards Jay, trying to remember his hand's motion. Got him! A cut woke the sleeping waters.
Now, we could go home.
After, just one more cast....
.....just one more.
Lingering line in Lily's light for as long as she would let us cast...just one more.