Notes From a Coastal Town

Intervals

10:02

Coffee. Draft sent to Frankfurt. House static, as if holding its breath.

11:45

Thought I heard the foghorn again—looked out: calm, sunlit.

13:20

Chalky dust on porch step; probably a builders’ truck arcing past.

15:05

Did the old radio start humming? Unplugged — don’t trust it.

17:40

Walked the cliff path. Visible cracks. Council workers unloading posts for new safety fence.

19:12

Dog bowl still in corner; habit almost made me fill it.

21:30

Sudden burst of static upstairs — PC snapped awake, autoplayed a cached video. Network hiccup? Logged it anyway.

23:01

Quiet. Too quiet to ignore. Waiting for a sound I can name.

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