The nights are beginning to grow rather cold. I find my mind drifting in the daytime and overcome at nightfall.         I am becoming ever more aware   in this hundred odd day of salty air.   Winter is peeking in through the sky   to defeat, for a while, my tepid smile.      In the eventide I have cried alone   as this big pond feels less like a home   than any place that I've ever been   my life defined by the wind.      What a state I'm in.