misty morning

When I walked to the beach this morning an errie mist had decended on the city. We were the only people on the beach apart from three fishermen chatting and fixing holes in their nets. We were joined in the sea by large pelicans who I think were much better at surfing than I.

What I really wanted to write down before I forgot it was something that I saw when in another part of the city the other day...there were road works being carried out at the side of the road. An old abandoned unloved car with flat tyres was parked and the laying pipes had continued around it and underneath. It was as if the car had been stranded by an ebbing tide. So maybe the saying should go every car is an island.