A shirtsleeve and sunglasses breakfast in Stargazer's cockpit. On a still spring morning.
Stealthily high cirrus creeps in. The wind freshens. Clammy billows of low cloud swallow the cliff top.
Castle keep and all.
Parting periodically
To allow the sun to blaze through. Whilst a westerly breeze whistles artlessly, from the skies, as its speed steadily rises.
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