The moon waned, and the stars gazed at me from across the blue bay.

Astounded? No. Mesmerized, and rather surprised to find solace on the beach at a time after the clock hit midnight.

The cheap Corona tasted heavenly, feet sunken ankle deep into the minute grains, and I star gazed with my head held high.

Wasn’t I just a speck in this universe so giant? Maybe. Quasars light years away seem to beckon me with a finger, bony.

Let me hop onto to this train of fate. And ride to this thing called destiny, and hope it treats me well.

So long, peeps!