The Approaching Front
Heavy rain lashes against the west wall of the cottage as the wind picks up. Jenny sits on a chair with her ankle elevated in a basin of warm salt water while Kevin checks the tension on the generator storm lashings. The barometer is holding steady despite the increasing gusts.
The rain intensifies, turning the morning into a heavy drumming against the cottage roof. The tide has receded to its lowest point, exposing the slick rocks of the tide pools and the waterlogged crate drifting in the surf.
Bow line's next. Slack water in twenty.
walk to the dock to inspect the dinghy bow line and mooring shims
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Don't let the wind catch the tarp!
Reach for the metronidazole blister pack on the bedside table.
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Corners are staked. Just checking the splice.
step onto the dock, crouch at the bow eye, and run fingers along the bow line where it leads through the chock to the storm anchor warp, feeling for chafe or slack
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Jenny — swallow the metronidazole dose with a sip of water from the tin mug.
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Kevin — pull the bow line hand over hand, checking the long splice where the new half-inch three-strand meets the old warp, then trace the warp out to the storm anchor knot at the dinghy's forward eye bolt
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Kevin! Come back inside. The rain's turning.
Lift the ankle out of the basin and gingerly pat it dry with a clean cloth.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.