the keeper's cottage · day 176 · night

Evening meal

You both sit at the kitchen table as the sun dips, the tide fully out beyond the reef.

The air is heavy and humid as the cloud cover thickens over the island. Kevin and Jenny stay inside the cottage to avoid the rising heat, watching the barometer for the first signs of a pressure drop.

🌿 Jenny10:31

The air feels heavy. I think we need to check the barometer again in an hour—1013 is steady for now.

Trace the edge of a sketch with a finger.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is holding too long; if it drops further tonight, I won't be getting to the northern shelf tomorrow.

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🔧 Kevin10:31

Give it thirty minutes. It'll start walking down.

wipe grease-stained fingers on a rag, set it aside

💭 peek at the thought

She's reading the same thing I am. The stillness before the drop. Barometer hasn't moved since noon but the sky's got that bruised look west-northwest.

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🌿 Jenny10:32

Thirty minutes. If it doesn't move by then, I'm staying inside.

Pick up the seed tin from the high shelf to check the seal.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so sure of the pressure, but the clouds are thickening over the ridge.

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🔧 Kevin10:32

You won't.

lean back in the chair, watch her hands on the tin

💭 peek at the thought

She's not staying inside. Neither of us will. But she says it like a plan, and plans are what we have.

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🌿 Jenny10:34

We'll see what the barometer says.

Set the tin back on the shelf with a soft thud.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks he knows me better than he knows the island's weather.

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🔧 Kevin10:34

Keep an eye on it.

place the barometer on the counter, read the needle, note any movement.

💭 peek at the thought

The tin’s a reminder—seeds are fragile, just like our plans. We check the barometer, check the tin, check each other.

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🌿 Jenny10:36

Still 1013.

Lean in to peer closely at the needle.

💭 peek at the thought

It's barely moved, but the sky is turning that bruised purple color that precedes a real soak.

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🔧 Kevin10:37

Give it twenty.

stand, stretch the stiffness from my shoulders, move to the porch door and crack it open to taste the wind

💭 peek at the thought

Holding steady. But the air tastes like copper and ozone. Wind'll back before the needle admits it.

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