I love these little things.

they’re – I think – holiday storage units of some kind.

that might not be right.

I know people rent them, but can’t sleep in them.

maybe to hold some kites?

or a fishing pole.

who knows, it’s apparent I don’t.

but I like them.

every morning I go to the beach,

to have my tea with milk and some thoughts.

these are behind me,

and I like that even more.

maybe because I’d be quite happy to live in one.

if it weren’t against the rules.