"Oh the times, they are a-changing"

My 8 year old was ensconced in my lap (I was trying to help him with 'bar models') when I caught a faint but unmistakable whiff from the region of his shoulder.

Silver and black

I walked to the waters edge when the moon was full.
It seemed like the thing to do.

The surf was loud and the breeze, sharp.
A silver swathe cut the water in two.

There was no Peace there.
Just pieces.

If asked, I shall probably say it was 'lovely'.
No one will believe the cold.