And I notice the river more. Well, not more, just differently. I count water skitters (or whatever it is you grew up calling them).
Today I sat next to a pool and watched bugs emerge and listened to my daughter babble.
I saw fish too. They pointed their noses up river. They sunk to the bottom of deep pools. They even rose for the handful of Blue-Wing Olives I saw. I tried to point out their little splashes to my wife. She saw some of them, but not many.