Fog blows fast.
It spreads and falls away from the windshield,
sends a ghostly chill through the air vents.
I shiver and watch the translucent white
from the spectral night
on the other side of the glass.
Our arrival at the cottage is under heavy storm.
the smell of damp wood and urine,
the sound of heavy rain on a thin roof;
mosquitoes take shelter –
buzz loudly around our heads
as we huddle deeper into the warmth
of old, musty blankets.
By morning the rain is gone.
bathing under the sun,
small puddles vapourise in the yellow heat
and the air shimmers below a cobalt sky.
sticky sweat replaces blood in my veins.
A warm wind brushes my eye.
Splashes of pink streak cirrus whisps
and evening darkens the orange sky.
The bay is a whiteness at night.
Chatter is distant and muffled.
Boulders watch in silence
as black shadows wade.
I follow close behind
toeing sharp stones to reach
the wave-rippled sand.
Then nothing beneath my feet
Bathing under the moon:
silver face aglow.
Sea of Serenity.
A crater moans.
The dark sky is pinholed by stars.
The water is still and noiseless.
Air is cool on my skin.