I remember foghorns, scent of salt and how the wind was soaked with rain. In my hometown we knew from childhood that umbrellas are useless in the wind. I remember how the drizzle soaked my face and how it didn’t matter when I met my wife.
I remember summers working in the shipyards, removing rust and painting steel. I remember how I had to enter manholes where others could not go. I remember scent of oil and how the harbor water swallowed sound. I remember verdigras on brass.
Now the foghorns have gone silent and the shipyards have been replaced by offices, but rain still comes with wind, so whenever I go back to Gothenburg I bring my raincoat and let my umbrella stay behind.
fading in the fog
memories and seagull call —
last ferry leaving
Once again haibun Monday at dVerse. Mish is hosting and the theme is “Hometown”, tell us a memory and give us a story from your hometown.
February 05, 2018