Grey Blue

Its dusk and its calm. The type of calm that suspends time. Clouds ribbon the sky like a ruffled sheet before bed. If a car didn’t drive by and a construction worker wasn’t having a smoke I very well could have been still. The boats sit quiet in the harbor, barely a ripple straight to Navy Island. The lights on the wharf trace back toward the town, refracting off the steel grey water like lit sparklers. I just left the Kennedy Inn where I received the most heartfelt hug from my friend Mel. We drank beer and exchanged stories of life’s minor quarrels. It makes me wonder why I feel the desire to want more. I love this town, I love my life.