Ah! summer's end.....poor butterfly
but the crabs, scuttling through shallow water
seem to have thoughts of the future.
Almost no one on Sagg Main Beach. Granny dog and puppy Archer. We never discovered the third dog's name.
In the morning the sunlight cuts through the waves
in the early evening it's quite different.
Pondering change and the passage of time, it's cheering to discover that the Reverand Ebeneezer White lived to be 84. He died in 1756.
Gardiner B. Topping topped him -- living to be 91.
Nice, peaceful, nameless and lichen covered.
Sic gloria mundi.
