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The path was empty except for the birds. Cool air, soft light, nowhere to be.

Chased the last of the light for eight kilometres. Logged in October 2026.

A whole evening of rain. Tea, a book, and the city blurred into lights.

Two days, three valleys, too many switchbacks. The mist burned off by nine and the whole range appeared at once.

Woke up early for the tide. Pebbles, cold water, and the sound that never stops.

Got lost on purpose. Old doors, narrow lanes, a café that had been there for a hundred years, and string lights coming on as the evening fell.