I want to bottle this moment,
this scene, this feeling.
I want to keep the here and now
with me forever,
the beach, the crashing blue sea, the skies.
This place, this calm, this peace.
The locals call it tranquillo.
The old told while buildings
reminds me of a Western,
but there will be now show-down today.
I want to bottle this moment,
like Sangria, or the local cerveza.
Then, weeks from now, when like
and work, and the Manchester rain,
threaten to over-come,
I will take down this draught,
pop the cork, and be here now,
back here once again.