Haiku

Brine scents drift inland
Crows aloft on sea fog wings
Stench of rot dissolves

So I spent the last week on night shift and I emerged from the front gate this morning to be greeted by the strong smell of the sea and mist blown ashore as dawn was breaking. It was one of those small moments of joy at the beauty of nature, haiku seemed warranted. All emails about being a pretentious git will be ignored.