№ 010 · feb 22 '26 · 5 min · life

A year of mornings in Limassol

Twelve months of 6am writing, carob-tree walks, and one broken kettle.

the light here arrives early and cheap. i started waking at six, writing for an hour, walking twelve minutes to the sea before anyone else had picked up their phone.

twelve months later the routine is still the routine. the kettle broke in november. the carob trees are still there. the writing is mostly better. the light is still the best thing about cyprus.