directions from A to B

indian summer winds, what is this mysterious substance i seem to have absconded?
it's nice to have some clarity, for one can appreciate the moment; bittersweet intermittence. sugar child, you just gotta go back to your roots, back to doing what you love.
clamdigging is my occupancy, sir. i just pearl dive for fun.
on the weekends
salute this brief glimpse of what is to come; a glimmer of credence on a long and lasting venture. but it's enough to keep you going,
for we have the homefield advantage


sit here, watch with quiet astonishment whilst you wait for the shadows to grow longer. take it slowly, the first drag is always the most painful. caustic wit; forget everything you thought you knew, this is a whole different animal entirely