My cat lies curled
on my feet in the morning.
Stretching wakes him up.
Somewhere in the distance a ship sounded it's rumbling foghorn. A spooky sound, as if announcing to unhearing ears it's utter lonliness.
"Hello," it seemed to say. "Is anyone there?"
A moment passed and then followed a chime. It was carried thickly on the fog which seemed a bit more cheery...as if an answer had been received. It clanged a few more times and then that too faded away, drowned out in the sound of the surf, also carried in on the thick grey. I hadn't noticed the sound of the surf before, the sound of the foghorn going through my bones and lurching through my heartbeat.