72. Seasons Greetings from █████████
Nothing to see here.
Didn’t plan a grand disappearance or anything dramatic. Woke up one morning and decided to go.
Ended up by the coast, in █████████. The days have a habit of disappearing on me. I kept meaning to write. Update the diary. Say hello.
But then I find myself wandering down the promenade, watching the sun’s dance on the sea.
There’s a shop near the front that sells cold wine for three █████ a bottle. Red, white, whatever. All screw top. I’ve been working my way through the lot with keen professionalism.
Haven’t heard a single bark since I got here. Not one. Keep humming that old song my Mum used to sing while doing the dishes, “If you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air…”
Anyway. I’m fine. Better than fine. I am. Just needed some distance.
Promise I’ll write more soon. Warm regards from █████████.