Nothing left but the end of the day.

The trees have become greener overnight and it is suddenly summer today. People in sandals. The orchards are lined up, ready to do business. I feel ok, lying on the floor watching the sea gulls falling silently on the breeze. Keep watching the sky until it turns the deepest blue, until the night comes. 

A smile shared with a friend, freckles on a smiling face that you have never known there before, silhouettes playing on the shoreline, boys flying a kite on the sand, open arms, out-stretched hands. 

The trees grew back overnight and I was sure it was winter yesterday. The pointing man on the bench, flanked by two bald friends, watching the sun fall down behind the sea. Waves of light rolled in gently on the water. The mother taking the child’s hand as they go down the steps. Nothing left but the end of the day.

Green jumper and red jumper sit huddled together, knees up, sifting sand. They stay long after the sun has gone, smoking cigarettes and putting off tomorrow. I hope they stay. I think that they are young and I think that they are in love and I know I will feel lonelier when they are gone. 

I will keep the window open tonight so that I can hear the sea because it is mine tonight. I will get a few drunks blowing in on the breeze later, but I will stomach it because the sea is mine tonight.

When I go to work in the morning, when I reach the road that turns in towards the station, I will turn around to say goodbye to the sea. “Wait for me, I will come back later,” I will tell it as if it is a loved one. And I will return to it at the end of every day.