A quiet January morning at Shoal Bay.
Anglers not yet trolling the glassy waters
For bass, catfish, bream…
Characters for the next big story
Children still snug in their beds
Only dreaming of donning those Superman swim trunks
Daring to make that polar plunge!
Weary from supporting the weight
Of many tired souls
The old picnic table
Finally gets a rest.
Respecting, no relishing
These brief moments of peace
I take in a deep breath
I take in my surroundings