My Special Place

  I have long proclaimed that the cooler months provide the most incredible sunrises and sunsets.  Now that it is November and a bit nippy to be on the pier, the horizon has not proven me wrong.  The shows have been spectacular, to say the least.  While most of the color has faded from the foliage, it has simply been moved to the sky.  Each time the sun is sitting close to the horizon or is falling behind the pines, it appears as if the sky is on fire.  It is breathtaking at times.

  Heading to the pier can be a bit treacherous during the colder months.  When we have a heavy frost or even sleet, the pier boards seem to be not unlike a series of sliding boards.  If one is not careful with their footfall, disaster can strike! One misstep can be met with a huge splash! Wet clothes are not exactly to my liking when it is cold!  That said, I find it far better to wear my leather moccasins than some hard-soled shoe. The moccasins seem to grip the slippery boards better or perhaps they just freeze right to the board and give me a better step.   

  Still, slippery or not, dawn and dusk are favorite times on the pier.  The light shows and the presence of many critters thrill me!   The Bayou is an enchanted place during these times.   By the time most other folks are here, the fascination has waned and the Bayou becomes just another place to fish.  Oh, well!  Perhaps this was meant for me!