a day at the river

I remember growing up in this city and not knowing it was an international port. I did know there was a river of course, but I guessed ports had to be at the seashore. So I always felt kind of funny waking up with the distant shriek of a lone gull circling above this vast landscape of bricks and concrete. I felt somehow as if the sea couldn't be far away. Hidden maybe, behind the shadow of a towering skyscraper. (Only later I would find out what real skysrapers look like, but back then I was just a six year old kid living a kid's life in the big city) And for a brief moment there I would taste the sharp smell of salt in the morning air...
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