About a month late, the shadflies have arrived, thick as flies, which is good because their presence indicates excellent water quality. J&ME drove through a swarm a few days ago and had to stop to scrape the windshield and headlights. The road by the marina has become greasy with squashed carcasses. And the seagulls, opportunists that they are, are here in countless numbers, feasting till they drop, and then settling on the beaches where they go through all phases of the digestsive process.

Shad flies, aka, fish flies, Mayflies (where would that be?), and ephemera. As dusk descends, they rise from the water like upside down rain, molting, the then airborne, doing the dance of love, knowing full well that in 24 hours they will be gull chow, road kill, or soon-to-be-hosed-off boat bling.

Is there a lesson here we could learn from?