Renegadetourist

Wangong harbor 8:44 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2015/05/09 at 13:18

I walk around the corner, leave the noise of the restaurant behind me, the voices of playing children trail off as the darkness envelopes me. I look out over the harbor, there are four street lights on the pier opposite me, illuminating the surface of the water, forming orange blotches that shimmer in the darkness. A breeze ruffles the waters surface, making the orange blotches dance with a waving motion, whispering softly in my ear. I didn’t realize until now how loud the dinner was, now I feel at peace.

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