To sit and dream or just to sit

I went up to the wee town today to do some shopping. I fancied sardines on toast for tea, and since my husband comes home late and usually has a light supper I decided to indulge my fancy.

I went around the Coop twice but it was only when I’d given up looking and was searching for something else that I found the little tins on the end of the aisle. One day i’ll go and talk to one of the fishermen in the wee harbour here at Pettycur. maybe of them smokes his own fish in his hut. I’d love to buy fish fresh from him, although I know there’s a fresh fish shop in Burntisland too, three minutes along the coast in a car.

I dropped in to see a lady I’ve got to know here and we put the world to rights and I just reached the steps down the cliff to Pettycur as the sun was going down, revealing a gorgeous sunset over the sandy bay.

Having retrieved my washing, now dry from blowing in the sunshine, and put away my shopping, I sat down to my supper but instead of reaching for the remote I sat by the window. There I watched the sky change by the second from deep orange to a pale salmon as the sun disappeared, meanwhile the sea, at first bluey grey became marbled black, with just ripples of waves lapping on the shore. Finally the sea blended into the dark rocks and distant cliffs and the lights of evening twinkled on the horizon.

Time can disappear here like the sinking sun. Seconds become minutes and within minutes an hour has passed by. I feel at peace, no longer wondering why I’ve been blessed with this experience, just living the moment.

ps I asked the man at the harbour but he only sells crabs. I wish my mum was here. She would show me what to do with one.

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