Standing on the promenade watching pelicans preen on the rocks. Bay seals sleek in the water.
A young man standing near me, pale skinned, his tee shirt tucked into his jeans, takes pictures on a mobile. He looks at me nods, smiles.
‘Isn’t this a beautiful day.’
‘Yes, amazing man. Beats being in prison.’
He tucks his mobile into his pocket, picks up a bike resting on the ground near him, smiles again. Cycles away.
I stand a little while longer staring at the water, at pelicans preening, seals playing.
Fisherman’s Wharf Cove