Anyway I would have been dead before night when the mosquitoes come out--that's one good thing.

I don't mean it's one good thing, but anyway you know what I mean.
Pretty soon I could push the swamp grass out of the way and swim a little.

Oh, cracky, I was thankful for that tide I I knew it would keep on coming when it once started 'cause the tide never goes back on you.
Of course it goes back, but you know what I mean.

Sometimes if you're on a hike and telling time by the sun it'll go under a cloud.

Or sometimes if you're lost and following the stars, it'll cloud up and you can't see them any more.