Moose nod's and hard chairs. The night was starting out on a steep slope. Fights in the fog were past us now. The shivering moistness of the night was sinking in. Docks were pulled for the season. The tubes looked like big slugs on the ground. The snack shack was molding away until next season. One last laugh in the shivering darkness. one last kiss. one last kiss and run for your life.