Here

Other people go abroad easily.
They jump on planes and fly away.
Not us. We stay put. We don’t
even have passports. They

expired long ago. We’re boring, I know,
but the very thought of airports and queues,
of having to check in, of having to arrange
transport at the other end…ugh! We choose,

most of the time, to be at home. I confess I’m
more than content to sit and gaze at the sea
as the blue night descends. I stare at the lights
and the lights stare back at me. It’s lovely

here.

What I'm Doing Here