Tributaries, like hair weaving in the valleys, often forgotten, sometimes unfished because to remote or not easy to cast. But often filled with brownies who come to spawn. Today I feel like I have a hangover, not because I drank, but because I’m back to the city and I wish I was walking in the forest along those tributaries, the fresh autumn wind on my face. I want to be aoutside in the wild. and come back to the cabin put a log in the stove and be happy. [vimeo https://vimeo.com/78443192] Music= First AId Kit