It's Been Too Long

As the bones dorsal fin disappears beneath the ribboned reflections of light dancing across the surface of the water, the man licks his sun-cracked and salty lips as he withdraws a Kalik, still cold from the cooler, from the side pocket of his pack. With his rod tucked beneath his left arm, he opens and sips the beer, silently contemplating that which has just occurred. A single thought emerges from the vast sunlit flats of his soul...Cosmoledo, Cosmoledo, Cosmoledo