We walked along the water in Georgetown after scrumptious seafood, to an antique teak park bench, where I had last hidden a journal in the disguised drawer compartment underneath, waterside. Many have written in it over the years. I returned to it several times and added more entries. I took it home once to add more pages. But for the most part, over the years it remained hidden, waiting for the observant soul who sat on the bench, and felt the compartment below.
On this day, the Secret Compartment was intact, but empty. I was not surprised, but disappointed. She said start another one, and see what happens.
Friends help you reset. ❤️