End of shift

Dark November night. Dripping streets. On wet leaves shoes slap. Going home

Lonely wind over the sea

Salt in the air sharp and granular hourglass sand shifting surrounds me

A rainy morning

Leaves dancing to the ineluctable rhythm the tap of raindrops

Morning Dew

Droplet on leaf point The world is reflected out pure in miniature

October morning

Early obscuring Cool mist low in the dawn air Slowly breathing in