River flows gently, almost silently, under a bridge. Fish from the bridge as there is no sign to deny it. Although never really searched for it.
Have the feeling that nothing will be caught. The certainty. Don't fight it, not this time.
A sudden splash of water made by a big fish. Move to the left bank and cast. Nothing. The fish splashes somewhere else now, out of sight, out of reach.
Return to the bridge, and watch the light fade.