Poets, Fishermen, and Daddies

"Poets talk about 'spots of time,' but it is really fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment. No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone."
-Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It


A trout strikes a fly; the fisherman remembers it until the next strike. A baby holds her daddy's hand to walk; he carries the moment to eternity.

And then there's that smile...