The Quiet Man

So there I was this early morn. standing on a pier with just myself and one other. As I was awaiting for the next unlucky crab to grab hold of my drop-line, I start to chat with the quiet man that has been standing next to me the entire time. I slowly nod my head and with a pleasant face, I say to him "LIFE IS GOOD" Circling over his head and soaring through the cloudless lite-blue sky, a flock of hungry seagulls. Below, the mild bay rippled as the tide began to return to sea. Again, I say to the quiet man "LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL" As the morning grew late and my basket filled with dinner, I decide to pack up my gear and head back to my vehicle- the quiet man followed. I take one last glance at the gorgeous surroundings I was leaving and again I say to the quiet man "IT'S BEEN WONDERFUL CHATTING WITH YOU MY FRIEND" I then, alone, open my car door, sit down, fasten my seatbelt and we both drive home together; smiling. The Quiet Man- my shadow