Twilight Zone

In the zone between light and half light. White crested waves come crashing ashore. Like wild beasts escaping the water with the sound of a distant jets's roar. A boat drags along the horizon Running lights spilling off of its sides Big fish under cover of darkness Venture close on the incoming tide. To the West a tired sun is sinking Slipping silently into the bay. In the East the North Star is winking as if saying goodbye to the day.