Sailing away has been done. Lands of the gaddi rest in recent memory as current focus sets course for home.
Some may celebrate arrival with imbibition until reaching a crapulous state. This mind yearns for known sheets on which to lie, where familiar lights and aurals calm thought’s restless waves.
Port may not be met until after dusk, so turn on lights to guide a safe path. Watch for the brightwork reflecting night beams as replies of assurance that the welcoming is being received.
Where revetting walls impedes waves, shallowing waters shall not check vessels, especially those carrying a weary mate ready to unite with their heart’s harbour. : )