By six the harbour is already working, and the light has not yet decided what kind of day it will be. The first half of this essay was written at that hour, over three winters, from the same bench on the sea wall.
Interval, 0:08, on a loop
The harbour at six, between the two halves of the essay.
The second half was written in the evenings, when the boats were in and the water had gone flat. Nothing in it contradicts the mornings; it only knows more.