though our shady place remains
encrusted with frost
day after day, there was some warmth in the sun
down
at the
tideflat, where a
viking ghost ship had appeared
overnight. we then followed the sun along the
road for
a bit, where we noticed this eroded slope for
the first
time though we've passed it regularly for
years--goes
to show what a little shift in the light can do.
on the
way back, we exchanged passing pleasantries with
a
neighbor we'd never met, but somehow that turned
into a lengthy conversation. he's a high end
cannabis
grower, supplier to seattle celebrities, and as
a savvy
promoter he asked if we were on instagram so as
to
follow his private account. "i deleted
mine today."
his grandmother bought their waterfront sliver
in the
'70s and he spent his childhood summers here.
they
also own the wooded lot with collapsed
sawmill close
to us. i offered my help in salvaging the stout
lumber
and 60"
circular blade. as we parted ways he went
to
his truck and handed sarah a generous sample of
his
product. people can be right friendly
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