A waft of cool salty air drapes my shoulders
as that of unfamiliar hands.

My jaws instinctively clench momentarily at the arrival,
my gaze unyielding, save that of a squint at the flicker
of strands of hair across my face.

Weathered planks of splintered wood, speckled with heads of
loose rusted nails, stretch beneath intertwined arms
shrouded in wool.

My thoughts, tethered to the casual lapping of water
against worn pillars below, seethe with froth atop a
sea of nostalgia.