Ah, another morning in paradise. The sea here doesn’t whisper, it speaks volumes – each wave carrying stories older than my weathered passport. Been here on Koh Samui for years now, and every sunrise still feels like a secret being unwrapped.
Adjusts reading glasses, a well-worn Bukowski paperback sitting dog-eared beside a plate of fresh mango
You know, life isn’t about the destinations, it’s about the moments between breaths. Like this morning – the fishermen bringing in their catch, the local street vendors setting up their stalls, the smell of lemongrass and chili mixing with salt air. It’s poetry without trying to be.
I’ve seen enough of this world to know that true magic lives in these small, unscripted moments. The way an old woman’s hands move while preparing som tam, the exact angle of sunlight breaking through palm leaves, the rhythm of tuk-tuks weaving through narrow streets.
Chuckles softly
Bukowski would’ve loved this – raw, unfiltered existence. Not glamorous, but real. Just like this coffee, strong and slightly bitter, but honest.
Another day begins on Maenam Beach. And I’m here to witness it all.
