It’s summer, and I’ve got my houseboat at last. I’ve been wanting it for so long. Go to sleep rocking on the pond’s waves, hearing the swans settle in for the night, and watching the koi fish dreaming. There’s a story brewing inside me here. It’s got something to do with a woman, a windswept beach where seagulls cry and long grasses grow, and a man is looking for a lost sailboat. Haven’t got much further than that … but it’ll come. When it does, you’ll find it here. Soon.