A non-romantic reality

It was quite majestic opening my blinds that day, the day after my birthday, to this view of morning fog. It was like this most days while there.

There, where my days were spent with my toes dipped in the lake, feeling the paddle board or dock rock beneath me with the waves. A steady rhythm - calm in the mornings, picking up speed and vigour by the afternoon.

Days mostly spent cooking simple meals and recollection. Yes, recollection - attention given to.

Minimal stimulus.

A very non-romantic reality.

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