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!