The View

The view looking out of the window facing inland I see a petrol station painted green and across the station a shabby supermarket with an incompetent staff yet an excellent place to go if you need to buy milk. Buying wine is not recommended they don`t know how to store it and the wine goes off. The road below me is as usual full of traffic that flows to fast. I can`t see the upland the view is closed by ugly blocks of flats too cold in the winter too hot in the summer. I sigh, return to my terrace that faces the sea and dream of my youth back when I was a seaman and old age an abstract thought.