Day 269 - a Year by the Sea

Dark settles in over the marsh. Familiar sights change. What little light there is turns the phragmites leaves silver and they are no longer green. The seed heads wave like whitened wraiths over the path. The path becomes filled with noise. Crickets, ducks talking to each other as they fly by, the sreech of wheels from the train yard, a distant dog barking and furtive rustling noises from the sides of the walk, all fill my ears as my eyes lose the light. It is a different world even though I’ve been down this path hundreds of times this year. Tonight the overcast sky hid the moon so I’ll try again Saturday night which promises to be clear.

Ciao!

-Jorge

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