Wading out into the stream the welcome comfort of the waters pressure against my legs brought me out of the world of work and distraction. I was back again, in that place where the negatives are washed away, and where all else is erased and the pursuit of taking trout on a fly is all-encompassing. Assuming a position along the nearest seam, I would be able to cast and fish the entire pool without moving. The sound of the water against my waders joined in with the symphony of sounds that although were many, still seemed like the subtlest of background noises.