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 asked if we were on instagram so's to
follow
his private account. "i deleted
mine today," i bragged.
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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