Hazy Shade of Winter

I should have completed my 88th sail of the year by racing with the Newport Laser frostbite fleet last Sunday. But on Sunday morning I woke up with bubonic plague or a brain tumor or food poisoning or a cold or a hangover or all five or something, and it was windy, and I wussed out. So on Monday, on a chilly dark gray cloudy afternoon I went for a solo sail on Bristol Harbor. Paul Simon was on the television box thingie the other day and for some reason this song kept going through my head...

Time, time, time, at the weekend it was blowing a gale
While I looked around
For my eighty eighth sail
My quest for one hundred is bound to fail
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hear the wind whistling on the strand
Down by Bristol harborside, its bound to be a better ride
Than what they had planned
Carry my tiller in my hand
And look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hang on to your ropes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say,
but if your ropes should fray away
Simply pretend
That you can splice them again
Look around, the waves are high
This song is tripe, its the cold time of my life

Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Stealing days from this mad quest, you see
Wont you stop and remember me
No? What a joke!
Funny how my memory slips while looking over old posts
Of unintelligible smoke
Drinking my rum and coke

But look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...