on remembrance day at sunset, we enjoyed soft, friendly sets of up to head-high, forming a clean right and left at our rivermouth point. mostly covered under high tide – i caught a half-dozen fairly easily, staying on the less-populated left, including a long semi-barrel – pleasant brethren, looming skies, conditions should improve fast – every day should be remembrance day, and november 11 reserved for contemplation of our leaders who fabricated and dragged us into these horrors -**********- and as he walked he saw from afar men and women leaving their fields and their vineyards and hastening towards the city gates – and he heard their voices calling his name, and shouting from the field to field telling one another of the coming of the ship – and he said to himself: shall the day of parting be the day of gathering? and shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn? – k gibran ……-**********- twitter mercuryloge \,,/
