The warm west wind lays the ocean down ,inland brightly colored leaves litter the ground.

I stand alone on the cool dark beach the pods of bait just out of reach .I quietly walk my night time beat looking for a bass thats ready to eat.

I live for these days ,when the autumn takes hold ,a brief respite before the cold .

For twenty year I've danced this dance ,searching for the the alignment of preparation and chance.

Time well spent is all I will say call out sick and seize the day.