Terns and gulls dipped and crossed a net holding the horizons together. Pelicans, you informed me, mate for life and fly in tandem over private seas. We faced the gale as it rose testing and flinging the sand grains separate and painful into our faces. Arms linked we staggered indoors safer in a world where infinity ends at the edges of walls and warmth comes from mechanical devices.
Wind gusts force back the light withholding dawn.
Three oilskinned men huddle around a hole aspirate with brimstone. Flashing yellow lights protect them from harm fragment through tar-black trees rebound off concrete revetments. Lurid yellow quarrels with the feeble moon Suddenly daylight pours unchecked across the valley floor filling the river bed paling all rivals.