One of those days

A Mediterranean day.
A wander through the backstreets on our way to buy a book.
And this is the view that presents itself.
It's familiar now but not yet taken for granted.
So you sit on the deserted wharf and feel the warmth getting into your bones.
You consider the plans you had.
But not for long.
You just sit and soak up the moment.

Just sitting becomes the plan.
And as the warmth envelops you in its' embrace
You remind yourself that this is January.
And you sit some more.
Watching the boats pass by.
The anticipation of being splashed by their wash is enough for today.
So you sit and await the passage of the next one.
And the one after that ........


Eventually you buy the book.
Tomorrow perhaps we'll sit a while longer as we'll each have a book to read.
Then it'll be the weekend.
Maybe this is where next January could usefully be spent.