Boats...

I just sat for a while in the car by the boats, looking across the water out to the mountains beyond. 

Snow on the mountains; I could see white in the distance. The sun had been and gone, tempting me here again. Its weakling warmth upon my skin but under the clouds it was freezing. I had promised myself to get out and take a stroll but it was so cold and the stiff wind, cutting to the bone, made it even colder - shivering, chattering, cold.

Even the gulls were silent as they swooped in the cold air above me. Too cold to dive for fish.

I sat in the car listening to the wind, watching the gulls swoop and not dive and wishing I had a cigarette. 

Boats; that's what they'll do to you if you let them.