The Daily Haiku for Feb 19.
Seagulls fly above,
the harbor filled with sunlight,
hasty ships set sail.
One of my most beloved memories is the rush of Mazarrón's port in the morning. Rushing sailors running to their ships, fishermen selling their merchandise, people going from stall to stall, comparing prices and quality, talking animatedly. The coastal village was a simple but vibrant community when I was little.