Waking up and it’s barely 7am. Heading out right away for a long walk on the beach while the sun is still gentle. Trying to throw back into the sea some Jellyfish stuck on the sand. Observing these abandoned beach houses, and wondering the variety of ghost stories they may have. But it feels sad to think nobody lives there anymore. Slowly walking further up until the tip of the island. Miles and miles away from routine in the city. How long has it been now? Five years. And I love her every day more. It will be interesting when we hit our 90s…..