Breakfast Time in Staithes

What a difference a day makes.

Yesterday
all was drizzle and mizzle.
The clouds were invisible.
The sea was as still
as a mill pond
and as grey as granite.

Today
the sun rises gently
like it's had a heavy night of it
and like a celestial staircase
the clouds step down
into the Lowry blue sea.
It's not the Mediterranean
and I don't want it to be.
The waves rush in
like they can't get enough
of that sweet sandy softness.

Meanwhile
birds wheel above our heads:
family birds
looking for breakfast for their kids
and single birds
just birding it;
taking care when they land
on the chimney pots
to avoid all antennae,
strange Dalek-style protuberances
set to exterminate seagulls.

B.R. 18/02/2016

Staithes Harbour, a little later in the day. Picture by B.R.