🦯Dog walk Walk, finishedI continue fishing, catching a few more grouper and snapper. The sun climbs higher, and the sea becomes warmer. I take off my shirt, letting the sun tan my skin, enjoying the feel of the breeze on my face.
🌅Poetry book for winter eveningClara nods. “It is. It feels like it was written just for me, like it understands exactly what I’m going through. Thank you for recommending it.”
🔥Production continues New successes every dayShe opens the book, reading aloud, her voice carrying through the quiet park, the words mixing with the sound of the lake, the rustle of leaves, the distant chirp of a bird, as if she’s reading to her mother, as if she’s listening.