Air breathed, wind felt, skin warmed.
Stood looking at the old shipbuilding docks on the Frazer River for a very long time.
Stood and listened.
Everything looks still but actually everything is rustling, splashing, squashing, budding, greening, fluffing, twisting, dripping and shining with spring.
it sounds like it might have been a moment of perfect clarity.
and i now i wanna live next to an old shipyard….waah!
Oh the trouble we could get into!