A brisk wind blows in the darkness of the morning – the hum of commuting traffic competes with the gentle rhythm of waves lapping the foreshore – lights in windows of awakening houses on the surrounding hills of the city ignite slowly – flickering in the silhouette of waving trees – and slowly in the coldness of the harbour’s shadows windows move – gliding out from the city hills into the blackness of the unseen harbour Heads –

the channel ferry's lights
escape the city's glow
this winter morning