I woke up early, before breakfast, and couldn’t fall back asleep. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted to go home more than now.
I went down to the beach to watch the waves and write in my journal. The fishermen were returning from the sea. The calm ocean and the mil-colored sky melded together in a soft mist. And the sun, rising, like a copper coin in the sky.
I had my last fruit pancake for breakfast
Katja Malmborg 