Daily story, July 31, 2025

At the end of my big coastal walk I ended up back where I started. It took twenty years, doing that walk in parts, and everyone cheered when I put my foot right back in my young man’s footprint. There could be a beauty in it, I thought. You come back where you’ve started and find you’ve changed. I practiced thinking it, in case anybody asked. But nothing had changed except that little town sliding further into the sea.