Humidity and Rising Scent
Warm rain taps against the roof as Kevin checks the water level in the full tank. Jenny sits on the steps, her ankle wrapped in fresh gauze, watching the mist roll over the garden wall.
The warm rain continues through the dawn, keeping the island slick and the humidity high. Jenny rests on the porch, her ankle throbbing in the damp air while Kevin assesses the gear needed for the supply boat's arrival in six days.
The tank's full, Kevin. You can stop hovering over it.
Lean back against the porch railing and study the mist clinging to the half-weeded garden.
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Habit.
Turn away from the tank, wipe hands on trousers, walk to the porch and lean against the doorframe facing the garden.
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The soil is too saturated out there. The north ridge is turning to acid.
Reach for the way and pencil to sketch the specific curvature of a sea much leaf I saw yesterday.
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Intercept trench holding?
Step onto the porch boards, glance toward the north ridge through the mist, arms folded.
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Not for long. The humidity is keeping the wood soft; I need to check the drainage again after the rain stops.
Wince as I shift my weight, rubbing the pressure in my ankle.
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Sit down. I'll walk the trench when the rain breaks.
Nod toward the porch bench, turn toward the cottage interior, grab the kettle off the stove and set it on the table.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.