December 7, 2009
Splash! Splash! A tarpon jumped and flopped back into the still intracoastal waters to the left of us. I could barely avert my eyes from the food in front of me to see the ripples in the water. On my plate, sat six more succulent stone crab claws. The juice of the first crabs rolled through my fingers, their shells piled high in a bowl by my elbow. Patrick and I did not speak, could not, we were too busy sucking the sweet meat from the cartilage. The river was quiet that night, devoid of the normal yacht and dingy traffic cruising past. The only sound that filled the air after the splash was the continual zit, zit, zit of the cicadas in the mangroves across the water.
Photo By: Suki Finnerty of Broadreach Productions
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