Night at the shrine with a fallen chick
Evening deepens at the old shrine on the ridge. Kevin and Jenny sit together among the carved stones. A seabird chick lies in the grass nearby, parents circling overhead. The shortwave radio scans 2182 and 8291. The barometer reads 1010 hPa steady. High tide is in.
The air is heavy and still as the cloud cover thickens over the shrine. Kevin checks the structural integrity of the dock during the falling tide, while Jenny struggles with the persistent pain in her ankle.
The air is getting really heavy tonight.
Lean back against a weathered stone, closing eyes for a second to mask the throbbing in my leg.
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Barometer's holding. Wind'll tell us before the needle moves.
settle onto a flat stone facing the chick, radio cradled in my lap, volume low but scanning
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It's too quiet for the wind.
Trace the edge of a carved name with my thumb, flinching as the movement pulls against the infection.
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Swell's running south. Heard it on the dock at midday. Three-second interval.
tilt the radio slightly, adjusting the squelch knob, eyes on the chick's weak flutter
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.