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Our friend Steve Lawton recently wrote this poem whilst watching sunset at Cafe del Mar:

The warmth has gone
The light lays hidden behind the unexpected mist
The melodic soulful ambiance creates the backdrop to the ever-present air of expectance
We all exercise a degree of forced patience
One solitary fisherman patrols the vast expanse and almost seems
Insignificant
In comparison to the ocean

The backdrop moves in slow motion

Eyes patrol in the same direction
And give a subtle impression
That we are all people
Of expectance

Yet for my in experience
My heart beats just a little faster
For what it is for which we wait

Waiting and watching, watching and waiting
All aware
but know one saying
Yet we all sit
And watch
the same

Some every day folk
Some Day to day folk
Some claiming celebrity status
Some just here to play folks
Yet we all sit and wait
The same

The colours blend to create
And to paint
An undisputed masterpiece
Naturally made
As if pinned of hung from 4 corners
the largest piece of priceless artwork freely on display
And it shows its self today
as every other day
Without fail

Many things brought us here today
Different circumstances will create the crowd
And different ones will create it again in a different way the following day
But for today
For this specific moment
Of this specific day and point in history
For this specific display
It is here and now.

That we wait

Whats the difference in this miss matched rag tag band of unusual characters
That have gathered from far and wide
but all looking in the same direction?
All looking the same way
As the sun sets
Its as if the maker
Is sitting back with arms folded and with a little smirk as if to say
“what more can I say”

The difference I guess

That someone took the time to explain to others
Why it is that the sun fades
And what happens to it the next day
And how to operate when the day is claimed
by the dark

And someone told them how to explain
To the next person,
In the hope that they would take the opportunity to do the same
So we all sit here again
Different
Yet in some sense
The same

And we wait
For the end of the day