The Storm Breaks
The rain intensifies into a steady downpour, and the wind howls through the radio mast. The tide continues to rise against the dockings.
Kevin spliced and reset the south dock mooring line with the new half-inch three-strand rope, securing it against the surging tide. Jenny remained on the porch, sketching the breaking waves while managing her swollen ankle. A pod of dolphins passed close off the point as the storm's pressure continued to rise.
The tide is coming in too fast.
major back and wince as I shift weight off the swollen ankle.
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Go inside. Ankle up. I'll check the south mooring.
walk to the dock, pulling the new half-inch rope coil from my shoulder
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Don't go out there alone! The surge is peaking!
reach for the sketchbook to capture the way the water is breaking against the stone wall.
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Not alone. You're watching from the porch. If I holler, you radio.
step onto the slick dock planks, coiling the new rope ready for the splice, eyes on the water climbing the pilings
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.