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Woke at 5:53am thinking of trout. Last night Louisa and I drove to the Trout Club in Weston. First of the season. Tiny white mayfly hatch against the orange-then-pink curl-of-wisp clouds. A pair of loons quietly circling Porter Cove. A single goose gliding in front of our favored green cabin (Hulett). The rainbow trout re-orienting in the arch of my hand at the water's surface before returning, once again, to the depths.