I devour dialogues of sunset dwellers, the romantics sprawled on canvas loungers overlooking South Harbor. A turquoise pool ripples between the Baltic and us. X-girls chorus, “Yo, yo,” sipping wine and Estonian beer. White lights strung through the railing glow strong after my third drink. Helsinki tongues wave like flames.
I eye a blonde leaning against the railing. Her eyes flash like marbles. Hips sway in tight white jeans, her center sexed by ovulation. How does she view me? Perhaps as an old bandit bulging in his black Stockmann jacket. She departs. I watch muscles flex in jeans while she saunters off to circle our pool. The water turns the dirt-blue of the sea. The hero statues in Esplanadi Park slip to silhouettes.