There's peace on the water

Bitter cold wind coming off the ocean, blue as far as they eye can see and the horizon and the sky melt into one. Smeared white like white-out applied by a sloppy English student and careless hazy shading of the land like a primary school art student. I miss that place.

Brick red roofs attached to half covered white boxes in which people call home. Little boats resembling bath toys which people may either call a hobby, an escape or a livelihood.