By Pete Perrine
As I stare out over the vastness of the Gulf, I see specs on the horizon, tiny blips lost in the haze. As the sun sets and darkness creeps in, the specs come to life, like fireflies in a summer yard; a city at sea illuminates, three lights here, four there, as far across the horizon as one can see. Flickering lights from a distance, these are ships lying at anchor, waiting for their turn to come into port. Some to offload their precious cargo, others to replenish their holds with the black gold destined for all corners of the world.
Yet another wonderful seascape story!
Excellent, Pete.
Wonderful story Pete!
Soothingly atmospheric, though “specs” are spectacles as in ‘glasses’ from the opticians. Specks is what you were looking for unless this is more surreal than I realized.