Always the same

 

It is always the same walk but it is always different. Eixample. Crossing the Placa Universitat, walking through Raval, across the Rambla, Gotico. Usually before sunrise. Port Vell, the old harbour, being silent for a few minutes with the Muñoz people in their cage. Shoes off, along the beach. If the sea is calm I sit on my rock in the water. Reading in my three piece walking suit. Back home through Barceloneta, el Borne, still barefoot. Gotico again. the Rambla, now starting to fill with people. Retracing my steps, Raval, Universitat. Two cats waiting at the door. And inbetween there is the sea. It is always the same sea but it is always different. Today it is dark. Howling. I think of them.