I found some notes jotted down earlier in the year. These might serve as a place to begin.
the sea is visible again the mist rolls back
but shyly. we see not as through a glass darkly
but through suburban lace make out what we can
the headlands, the islands a shapeless mark on what would be the horizon
things we know are there but will not be revealed
before the dark comes on with blackout drapes.