Tomorrow is the trout opener here in Michigan. The solitude, man versus fish, the water lapping around my waders, the sounds of songbirds as mother nature awakens, riverbends, log jams and rocks that I can find in my sleep, plunking a worm just where I aimed it and 99% of the time where I didnt. I will be there, as I have for the past 40+ years, and I will light a bowl for those who I will share this river with no more, and more importantly, I will once again be humbled to able to be a lowly particiapant in the grand scheme of life.