Hi. Not You. Hi.

In a Pacific coast fishing village where you're just as likely to see a herd of cattle rambling down the main road as you are an oyster diver carrying an inner tube, where you don't look twice at a burro or a pig rooting along the side of your cottage, where an old French dude will happily sport a Speedo banana hammock, anything is possible. And in that limitless possibility resides exhaustion, which is what I'm feeling. But there are stories to be told, and they will be told. For now, though, sleep.