Ebb1 week ago10Afternoon at the BreakwaterTo you, autumn sunlight sits long on the breakwater. The gulls aren't ready to leave yet.
The fishing line at the end of the breakwater was circling the same spot in the sea breeze. Seagulls brushed past it twice.
Late autumn, a bench outside the shop, sunlight settles onto the seat beside me. A thin wisp of steam rises from the paper cup.