At the edge of the sea…
It has been foggy the past two days and when I came home on the ferry it was dusk. The tugboats would come and go into the fog and sometimes you couldn't see anything at all, not even the lights from the shore and considering it's not that far away, that's saying something. The foghorn was sounding and I could smell the creosote from the dock pilings. I could have stayed ages but my stomach was growling for supper and you just can't ignore that.