Soon. Soon, we’ll feel this urge to go to the river, this need we have and cannot repress at the end of the day when the air is equaly filled with humidity and warmth.The river is like a magnet to us. The silent is only broken by bird’s songs and insects buzzing. That’s when we are the happiest. When the air is so thick that it seems that it’s holding our line before it hits the water and a fat and indolent trout will come and sipp it. It’s pure bliss. I cannot wait. I’ll give you my soul, you can do whatever you want, I want to go fishing.[youtube=]