Long For the Sea

Long for the Ocean The old man sits as usual on the terrace overlooking the bay of Cascais, the weather is hazy to today take his reading glasses off, still cloudy but less so. Three ships anchored waiting for a pilot to navigate into Lisbon, Cascais has no harbour but a marina full yachts and sailboats belong to the wealthy, he went there once and was not impressed, too expensive for his pocket, ok, it is possible he felt a bit resentful. The old man sighs he spent 30 years in the navy and the oceans were his friends most of the time,