Again, the full moon in due course sets over the turbid waters. The luminous glow of the cold complexion dances off the shimmering waves. How many days has it been since this sojourn on the waters’ edge? Measure by measure our days are metered out. And time and tide bide no man. On this penultimate night on this drifting abode, the setting moon yet reminds me of the transience of all things. Beginnings end, and each ending leads to beginnings anew. So with this, the gentle waters do their currents ebb, and the calm wind ever whispers into the night. I will remember fondly those days spent floating on this humble home.
