The pixillated reflections of sun on harbour water
dance squarely on internal walls
as the morning slowly becomes acceptable
to hungover heads
The sizzling of French toast promises
the settling of stomachs
roughened by beer
and a scent of bacon builds hope
The day to come offers rest, chatter
and a chance to explore.
table tennis tourneys
and a settling there of scores.
spirits rise by harbour walls
away from it all
at peace in Keiss
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