A loose scrapbook of sun, salt, and slow mornings from this year's coast-hopping.
The kind of evening where you leave your shoes behind and just walk until the light runs out.Somewhere between Crete and the ferry back, I stopped counting the shades of blue.Found this cove on accident. Stayed three hours longer than planned.The trail guide said twenty minutes. It took us an hour because we kept stopping to look back.This is where the novel went unfinished. No complaints.Just enough visibility to pretend we knew what we were doing with the underwater camera.Early mornings on the pier before anyone else shows up. The water is glass.The suitcase was already overweight, but I grabbed one more shell anyway.