sunny and warm, blooms
perfume the air, spring was pretty punctual this
year.
maybe only for one day, but it's a start. smoke
from an unknown source on the
horizon drifted straight up in an unperturbed
column, limp windsock at ferry
terminal attests to the
calm. we're on
our way to port angeles, igor's new
pad with a peekaboo
view
of the ocean.
a working getaway, i'm to build
a couple of shop
benches.
sarah had to be on a co-op board meeting and
set up a truck
hood hot spot waiting in the lineup. a placid dusk passage
to
bainbridge, a lone
sailboat
milked the slack wind for
all it was worth. i stood
at the
bow, diesel pistons
pounding
underfoot, then
retreated out of breeze to
sheltered aft deck,
seattle
receding
in the distance.
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