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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?

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.