On an overcast day, with a mug of tea in my hand and a cardigan on,just staring at the primal mystery of the sea. I did that once and it’s a fond memory;
Contemplating her fathomless deep, and those that dared to brave her. Beneath the scudding cloud, through the mist and the fog; tin cups of Earl Grey in hand.
Before long, I will be living next to the sea. Answering the call that's beckoned my very spirit and soul for over a lifetime. In a Cable knit cardigan, Peacoat turned up; waiting for my ship to come in.