Harbor morning
Low tide, wet ropes, coffee that tastes like diesel. The cranes keep score while the city wakes sideways.
Quiet room
A desk, a window, and enough silence to finish one paragraph. That is the whole plan for today.
Short field notes, sketches and travel fragments.
Low tide, wet ropes, coffee that tastes like diesel. The cranes keep score while the city wakes sideways.
A desk, a window, and enough silence to finish one paragraph. That is the whole plan for today.