Watch was doing as he always did. Perched on a tall rock by the river's edge, he gazed downstream, watching the sun sink down into the sea. He could not see the ocean from here, but he knew where the sun slept, as he had seen it more times than a cat could count.The older tom watched wistfully, thinking back on days long past. Back when he was a kitten, watching the same sky for the return of his father's ship. Back when he watched the sun sink for the first time while he was out at sea. Back when the skies had darkened and the waters stole his ship and brought him here. He didn't know why, but the ocean had chosen him to live.
And so, here he was. Still watching, waiting for the sea to show him where to go next.
Nymphiea
