July 1st 2026. May and June have rushed by in a way that January and February never do. Every aspect of the early part of the first day of July in 2026 is soft, the colours are soft, the sea is soft, and there was a soft but nippy breeze.

Even the tide, gently falling, made soft sounds on the rocks. A gentle farewell as the sea pulls away from coastline. Like the soft hug of a temporary parting. I wonder how the rest of July will progress.