pea soup night

No photo tonight, but close your eyes and I will paint the picture for you. The water was calm and barely had the energy to push out a little wave at the shoreline. It wasn't making much of an effort. The Crane Neck peninsula was wearing a hat of fog. Nothing was visible in the distance AT ALL. It was all obscured by fog. Even the LIPA plant was hiding tonight. The whole world of Smithtown Bay was gray and bleak. But then I got into my pirate mode. AYE Matey! Is that a stair case I see washed up on the shore? ARGH! I have been needing one of those since the December storm washed mine away! So I took my peg leg and glass of red wine and went to rescue it from the sea. (I call Smithtown Bay "the sea" when I am in my pirate mode.) I hauled that wood nearly half a mile, Mates! (More like a few yards. Must have been the wine weighing me down.) I fashioned me a nice little temporary stair case so I don't need to be struggling with my peg leg to come up and down the to the beach. A good day, I'd say! Nite!