A weekend in Da Nang
Sun, coffee, sea, and slow mornings.
We drove up Friday evening and arrived after the beach crowd had cleared out. The city feels different at the edges of the day - calmer, less performed, like it forgot anyone was watching.
Saturday morning I was up before the kids. Coffee at a plastic table on the pavement, facing the sea. The kind of coffee that's too sweet and too strong and exactly right at 6am. Nothing to read, nothing to decide. Just the light changing over the water.
The thing about slow mornings
I don't take enough of them. Not because I don't have time - I can make time - but because they feel like an argument for stopping, and stopping feels like falling behind. That's a thought pattern that doesn't survive honest examination, but it runs quietly in the background anyway.
Da Nang reminds me to break it. There's something about being near the sea that makes urgency feel less urgent. The problems are the same problems. They just look different in the morning light.
What I brought back
Nothing, except a reminder that most of what I'm anxious about shipping this month will not matter in six months. That's not a reason to stop caring - it's a reason to stop rushing.
We'll go back in August if the schedule allows. The kids want to see the dragon bridge breathe fire at night.