THE MOUNTAIN’S STORY
Steam on a cold window. The sea outside is grey. Inside, people thaw. A dragonfly is pressed in a book in the changing room — not a decoration, a mistake someone could not throw away. The Boy puts it on the ledge. The Polar Bear stays on the rocks and does not pretend to understand saunas. Dragonflies belong to the water here, and to an older story the baths do not tell.
Stay: Baths terrace
Tomorrow: The lighthouse crossing, with other people.