Baking hot and shivering. The waves and the boats and the blue. Water against rocks, leaves scrape the ground. If I could I would blink the boats away. Me and the blue.
Wanting to surrender myself to the sun. Hiding in the shade. Grandparents with pram. Doggy walks by. Senior citizen. Stately with red bandanna for effect. Not too old to roll in the grass.
Warm cold wind hurting my ears. Birds hang in the air.
New doggy. Stops to look at water. Gets splashed. On his way.
A ferry is arriving. It’s full but with another blink of my eye it will empty. Empty of more than the passengers. It rumbles, backwards, away. It’s going to take me into the blue. This moment hasn’t passed. It hasn’t passed.
