Elias chuckled and continued his walk. The town was a postcard of familiarity—the rusted bicycles leaning against fences, the kids already chasing each other near the water, the way the trees bent slightly in the coastal breeze. It was a world away from the city he used to live in, a place where time seemed to move at the wrong speed.
After a quick breakfast—toast, slightly burnt, just the way he liked it—Elias stepped out onto the porch. The air was humid and sweet. His plan for the day was ambitious in its lack of ambition: help the neighbor fix a fence post, maybe walk down to the pier, and see if the old bookshop had anything new on the shelves. simple days [v0.20.1 full] [mega lono]