Patience

wings and sails are furled
waiting for the marine storm
call of salted wind

I took a walk in the village to go to the post office and got a few shots in the course of a half hour: plants, old shops, entangled wires and colours, dragon selfportraits, moped... and this folded tent, about to be used for a wine tasting - I bought a bottle for our dinner.

Incidentally, number 8 is the door to our building.