Mornings sat waiting to go to work. Heat. Sun.
Watch the breeze blowing through trees from the 7th floor window of the call centre.
Viaduct trains.
Walk back along the beach.
Cool twilights both full of summer and autumnal premonitions.
The eye on the power station chimney.
A cyclops god in a land of locks, factories, lost quarries, docks and floodlights.
