For two years in a row, I have missed going fishing on the official mountain stream fishing opening day, March 1st, in my house place, Iwate in Japan, due to staying overseas in order to experience new things: below -20 degree Fahrenheit in Chicago, being ink-colored over my whole body in Nepal and so forth. Today was the first fishing day of 2019. It had been forecasted getting over 18 degrees Celsius and over 9.0 wind m/s in Miyako two hours away from my house but turned out 4 degrees Celsius. It seemed fair enough to fish in the Spring season.
The river looked sky-blue colored because of thawing snow a bit, which reminded me of a difficult fishing day of 2018. However, the calm and beautiful river, earth-smelling wind, white powdered snow, and frostbites in my fingers, everything was breathtaking: might be even a relaxed sigh. Yes, I am ready. I felt connected to nature.
