It’s hurricane season around here, and last Sunday was a particularly gloomy day. The lone King Fisher at the end of this dock seemed to only echo my loneliness, gazing out at the eternal horizon and asking, is this all there is?
It’s hurricane season around here, and last Sunday was a particularly gloomy day. The lone King Fisher at the end of this dock seemed to only echo my loneliness, gazing out at the eternal horizon and asking, is this all there is?