my favorite season

It's my favorite season
you know what that means
the tourists have gone back from whence they came
warm water
crossed up swells from the north and the south
maybe even offshore winds

but mostly

instead of being
a cranky old man
yelling at kids to
"stay off my lawn"

(just to be clear I really don't have a problem with kids on the lawn (dirt patch as it is due to the drought, but at this point it's a cranky-old-man-union thing and you don't want to get out of sorts with the local...)

but I digress...

now instead of being
a cranky old man
yelling at kids

I'm that kindly old gentleman with the cat and the seasonally appropriate coffee mug who is always sitting typing on his porch in the morning...