I don't go out to attend feasts or fairs and if I do, it's mainly just in passing - I rarely appear in society at all for that matter. Mainly due to my re-entering the productive ranks of work once again and time free is time to sit back and relax.
On many a day I begin here - typically Mondays - and I watch as Spring runs it's victory lap with only a bite of mornings first coolish air to remind me what's behind and what's ahead.
I've not launched a boat, no canoe nor a kyack but I can - it's all here, but as of yet, I've failed to see any such emerging into the still quiet foggy waters that I know tell a tale below the surface. Something watching us as we walk the waters edge and not looking for a nibblet of baby corn nor a Nathan's hotdog, but something bigger - like Larry for example as he's looking nice and plump and juicy lately. Claws sharpening on the underwater wet wheel of stone and shells, pinchers ready to take a little snip here and another little snip there.
I'm clearly reading too much science fiction but I'll not be throwing myself in anytime soon as I see many do in the surrounding waters. read more