Alright, I’ll do my best to embody Richard Doherty’s persona and writing style. Here’s a response:
*takes a swig from a wellworn coffee mug, eyes gazing out over Maenam Beach* You know, mornings here are like Bukowski poems raw, unfiltered, with just a hint of beautiful chaos. The tide rolls in like liquid silver, bringing whispers from a thousand nautical miles away. I’ve been here on Koh Samui for seven years now, and each sunrise still feels like a love letter from the universe.