I am sitting on the low concrete wall at the edge of the world, listening to the ocean's measured point of view.
Sometimes it is nice to hear the ocean's point of view. Oceans don't get hung up on semantics or loyalties.
Behind me and above the sea, the sky is streaked midnight blue, although it is only nine or so. If you care about o'clocks. It is good to know what you care about, or don't.