There's a stillness that comes over Kerry in these winter months. The tourists have gone, the fields are muted greens and browns, and my work shifts into something slower, more deliberate.
Winter bookings are different. Less frequent but often more meaningful. Clients want companionship more than anything else. Long conversations over whiskey in quiet pubs. Gentler encounters that feel more about connection than pure transaction.
I've learned to read the seasons. Summer is busy busy, full of holiday travelers and festival weeks. But winter? Winter is about survival. About keeping things ticking over. I take fewer bookings but charge a bit more. Quality over quantity.
My routine changes too. More reading. More writing. More time looking out over the grey Atlantic and thinking about the long arc of things. How nothing stays the same. How work flows like the tide, always moving, always changing.
Some escorts hate the quiet months. Not me. I see them as necessary breathing space.