Day four. I am walking on the beach. It’s foggy and the seagulls are circling around, making noises. It’s cold and windy, but I like it. I am walking for an hour. Then turning left, I pass yellow dunes (the grass is whispering and I can hear the music). There is a café in this small town. I ask for a cup of black coffee, no milk, thank you. I sit back, take a book from my backpack, it is David Byrne’s Bicycle Diaries. The coffee is sour, the book is gentle. The door to the café opens. He comes in.
Captivating