Almond shapes collapse into knife edges, and grow into semi circles that tango with reflections of the sun. A gull bleating next to me on the rail blasts me out of my reverie like a train horn. Maybe that bird needs to meditate.

I inhale slow and deep, feeling the tension in my chest from my many years of smoking, my mind wants me to fixate on this as if to solve some math problem but I take another breath and refocus on the act of breathing.