When the big yellow school bus pulled up to Menemsha Beach the other day and a rather large group of young teens disembarked, the situation was clear. We’d been invaded by the British.
October has given us crisp days, glorious sunsets, cool nights, derby fishing and the surprise visit from of a glorious display of colors dancing across the sky.
September closed its doors with celebration. Not only did the late day sun glisten on the water, but the warm breeze brought in a night filled with a sky full of stars.
The countdown has ended. Rods have new line. Lures have new hooks tied with perfect knots. Boats have been outfitted with new gear and fuel tanks have been filled.
"Everything the light touches is our kingdom. A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king."
"Always believe something wonderful is going to happen" is a quote I read somewhere recently and, although I am not certain who to attribute it to, I know it seems quite fitting for early September.
