It was at twilight  as I sat

on a fibre glass bench near the bandstand on the sea wall in

Georgetown looking out  at the trawlers going out to the muddy Atlantic

On my left the brassy sun was sinking fast

behind the trees over the Demerara River.painting the western sky a

brilliant orange hue.

A soft north eastern breeze had suddenly sprung up

and caressed  my cheeks as I inhaled the strengthing wind

deep into my lungs

Nearby a lonely chicken hawk perched on a stump sticking out of the

sea side mud as a pair of swallows swooped down at him in torment

After a while he gave a loud caw and spread his wings in flight to a

nearby coconut tree away from his tormentorswho then swooped away

out of sight

Folks began leaving the froth bitten beach as night was drawing nigh.

I got up ,got into my car and headed for home  feeling refreshed

after spending some time on the seawall.