Awake too late, veranda door open, listening to the water from a million brooks and small rivers, and the waves hitting the shore a hundred meters below.
Dog is on her chair outside, doing the same thing.
There is something promising in the humid, dark night, and the smell of earth and dirt.
Not a single car
No footsteps
A distant owl
love this, Trine! It's like I'm right there. Sweet dreams and have a great week ahead :-)
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