#690-Another world

Sunrise,

As their world sleeps.

Lights are on,

But who needs them?

Foggy mind.

Aching body.

Never-ending daily routines.

The cold salty breeze.

Numb fingers.

The smell of fish.

Rough, wet nets.

Hot coffee at ten.

Humming of the motor.

Docking.

Nice days I’ll miss.