The 7 days a week workers hauling in the day's catch on a Summer eve. My guess is that the two will belly up to the bar at the top of the dock for at least a pint before an early night. At least that is what I would do.
The stillness, the quietness and the orange glow is struggling to peak through the cloud covered morning. It was not the sunrise that I was hoping for, but it was still a brilliant morning to be out and about.
The mosquitoes were hungry this evening. The door is left open and someone inside is trying to tell me to come in...there are no mosquitoes in here. I decide to pass and not become part of a horror movie and only picture it.
