Boat

I just took a short walk this morning. Monday mornings are cleaning days and I rush to get back so that I can get on. But I wanted to see the sea. Just a breath of it. The moon was out, whether it was full or new I can never tell. Whatever it was it was stunning. Though I couldn’t see it from the Prom. But I did see the boat. It was afire with light. Over abundant with light. A fishing boat lit up like a fairground attraction. It took my breath even though it was quite a way away. Such joy. Small things. Like the radio I’ve seen in the window of the junk shop on Northgate Terrace. Will she take twenty?