Vacation Diary I

It's cold. The air is cold. The rain is cold. The sea is cold. The town is cold. I HATE cold.

I hate this town. I hate its false air of friendliness. I hate its familiarity, the fact that i know almost every nook and cranny.

Why do I come here, then? I don't know. I don't even know why the place unnerves me. It has the sea which I love. It has the gulls and the swifts and the swallows. It has beautiful views. It has interesting fauna and flora. It has beautiful sea. And, most of all, my significant other loves the place. Compromises, compromises... choice.

But then again, I'll be fine. I'll be fine as soon as the air warms up, the sea warms up, the sun shines through...