In the morning, the moon is still in the sky above the harbour.
It looks like pizza sliced in half. I can hear the seagulls squawking. I shiver in the morning air because it is winter. At the wharf, squid bait rots and smells like rotten eggs. Not far from shore, I hear the waves crashing against the rocks.
It looks like pizza sliced in half. I can hear the seagulls squawking. I shiver in the morning air because it is winter. At the wharf, squid bait rots and smells like rotten eggs. Not far from shore, I hear the waves crashing against the rocks.
