Day fourteen, something completely different.

n  the orange pool of a street light,enveloped in  the smell of french fries and pizza by the slice, I turned  from the evening hustle of people, cars,scooters and bikes, dogwalkers, floppy teenagers and pushchair mums and  looked at the sea out there in the dusk. Dark, surly, lowering and boiling, immense, oily and roaring, blanketed by an endless squalling  purple bruise of a sky, a terrible, untameable, alien force just feet away from our funny,busy, little lives.