|Reflections, with harbour seal, on his way down.|
This seal was dawdling in the gaps between docks, drifting along, looking about, then slowly sinking. I saw him or his friends several times, always idling along. At the last, the sun had disappeared, and my teeth were chattering. I shivered back to the car and turned the heater on high.
|Squiggles and boats, but the seal is gone.|