Winter Day Dreams

I’m arriving, he’s on his way out. I wonder where he’s going. He passed the ancient towers, where sentinels stood guard, ready to alert against raiding pirates.

Shirt sleeves, shorts, a wide brimmed hat. It’s going to be a hot day. I sip a coffee and continue to look down from the observation deck as we head towards port.

I close the cover on the laptop, shrug into my jacket, heavy boots, insulated pants. I don my knitted cap and pull on my hood. It’s still snowing outside, and the walkway needs shoveling.