Sometimes it can seem all of a swirl,

A day filled with the darkness of a fall evening,

Twilight relinquishing itself to the darkness of the forest.

  

Making me rather sad once more.

Everything is ready,

The decks are clean,

Crew are on their way,

And soon, we will be flying with the dolphins on our way to Catalina island.

 

Can any day be better than this anticipation?

There is a pathway forward,

Perhaps not well lit on a damp, fall day in New England,

But it is a path.

  

The question is, should I take it.