When you pick it up, you feel a mass, a substantial weight based not solely on heft, but also on a magical vision. Not unlike the feeling of holding a Leica camera or a fine Parker pen, or seeing the stance of 1964 Ford Shelby Cobra, or the essence within a fine silver, four prong dining fork. There is a fundamental, almost thrilling bulk to the dreams held in your hand.
And that is what you offer, dreams yet to be.
And that is what we package, your dreams.
Gently tilled soil, rich with the travels of earthworms, accept the yet-to-be-born dreams. Tiny shoots grow above and below as bundles of stored energy exponentially mature. Each day, fragile petals of a blue morning glory unfurl. Sunflowers turn their magnificent heads toward the east, unable to defy a genetic commitment to follow the sun.
Keen eyes are needed to attach a #16 Adams to your leader. A tight loop deposits our fly amongst the complex weavings of water. With a sideway tail thrust and a sip that tickles water surface, fish on.
The vibrations resonate. The strings hum and chatter as your fingers slide and caress and viscously pluck. Yet, to the listener, the sounds are soothing, calming the sense and relaxing the minds - allowing the listener to wander among the lands of imagination.
Yes, we are the Folks Who Make the Packets. And the packets hold the dreams you offer. We think your packets are pretty special.
