23 Breaths

  suddenly the visiting hordes were gone like someone had poked a hole in the magic bucket containing the visitors and their dollars leaving the locals those few who couldn't get it together enough to travel to drink their coffee "you want some pumpkin spice with that?" and watch the tide coming or going one thing for sure it wasn't helping the surf the water temps will drop and the wetsuit that had been left out overnight just stares into your soul and challenges you to put it on. "Come, climb into my cold embrace, like all those seasons past"