Six fifteen in the morning and I have stepped out into the last of night...dark skies filled with an insanity of twinkin stars gone mad...heard a hoot owl calling-- not from love nor fear-- but just contentment. Startled from some wild creature screeching nearby in the piney woods. Watched a long haired Calico pad across the street she owns. Watched the fishermen go out to collect the days catch in their little boat lit for working men. Seen the Coast Guard boys come in from a night sea. And run aground. If this was a tour Id book it.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 10:48:26 +0000