The Waiting

Sat in the cockpit, watching the sun going down, guitar in hand, fingers just drifting. Plastic glass of air temperature white wine, bottle by my side to keep it topped up. Dad's taking a cat-nap down below.

I sometimes think drinking alone is probably a bad thing, but it's my favourite kind of drinking. And I never feel alone in my own company.

So rarely get peace like this.

Bliss.