Today.

Day by day, she trawls towards the harbour.

Blinking lights greet her in the distance.

A breeze brings a smile to her mien ever so faintly.

Today, she surmises. It will be Today.

She sits and waits. Patience is her virtue.

As darkness cloaks the land, she gets to her feet.

Tomorrow, she smiles. It will be Tomorrow.

Snuggling under the covers, her frail frame is rested for the day.

The land soon finds itself under the rising sun.

She stirs and plods as if on cue.

Her feet find their way to the harbour once more. She pays little attention to the calluses.

Today, she surmises. It will be Today....