wharf

I took a late afternoon walk on the wharf today, walking through sunlight and fog. Clusters of men stood at the rail with their fishing poles and white buckets containing dying wiggling sardines. Looking into the ocean I couldn't see through the opague reflective waters.

The men were excited, drinking bear, telling stories, holding their dogs on long ropes. I walked around them, not drawing attention to myself. There were no women on the wharf this afternoon. Is it dangerous, I don't know. Later on the shore trail there were crowds of families moving around, tourists coming for the weekend. I walked back to my car and drove home satisfied that I had completed my daily walk.