Upon life’s rolling stream, we cast afar it’s current, to the furthest banks. It is the art of mending our lines that allows us to catch these fleeting moments amongst the rushing water of time. It is in its patience that cuts through mountains and smooths even the sharpest of rocks. It is its simplicity that creates prodigiousness for those that are touched by it. The ripples of our catch, here in these moments, shapes the water for the fisherman downstream. That what we achieve today, may not be known by name to any other, but will be felt amongst the flowing waters that feed the catch for others yet to come.