37. Quietude (Routine)
Since his return, life on the island had become integral to his happiness. Although he felt his own solitude acutely, the finer details where what made this place home.
Familiar faces at every interval, Ruth's greeting on Sundays when he came for his weekly veg, Gill's glare across the town square while he idled and the other unlocked the Hall doors dutifully. He could predict the flicker of the street lamps during his trek in the wee hours; whether Angela might be there still wandering about her tasks without rhyme or reason but for the sheer determination behind her eyes.