Boat of white

Looking down from the bridge, the toepath in total darkness. All that can be seen is a single vessel, a boat of white. A small faint blue light coming from a small window, but you cannot see through the thick curtain. On a dark, drizzly night, it's an eerie scene, and yet there's something enticing, and comforting about it, I almost want to climb aboard and hunker down for the night, to see the night out, and wait for the sun, and the mist to rise from the water, this comes from being a sentimentalist.