Days

Dawn found the bay glassy, a bloom of pale jellyfish drifting slow against the grey. Jenny sat on the steps, ankle propped on a crate, while Kevin checked the barometer — no wind, …

Dawn thickened over Sorrel Island. Kevin and Jenny sat on the porch, barometer at 977 hPa and rising, wind shifting north across the bay. Jenny sketched cloud formations over the n…

Dawn found Kevin on the dock testing the bow spring line as the tide rose against the pilings. Jenny sat on a beam, ankle propped on a crate, watching the horizon. "Bow spring's si…

Dawn brought warm rain on the reinforced shutters. Kevin sat on the porch steps while Jenny rested beside him, ankle propped in a bucket of salt water. At low tide he had re-pegged…

The mercury fell steadily to 981 hPa at dawn. Kevin sat on the porch steps watching the glass while Jenny sat beside him, her injured ankle resting in a bucket of salt water. She w…

Warm rain drummed the tin roof at dawn. Kevin checked the tank — four hundred litres — while Jenny sat with her ankle propped in a bucket of salt water, watching the tide creep tow…

Dawn broke flat and grey, the barometer already fallen to 985 hPa. Kevin sat on the porch edge watching clouds thicken over the north ridge. Jenny leaned back in her chair, ankle i…

Dawn broke with rain lashing the cottage walls. Kevin sat on the porch watching the barometer fall to 976 millibars, dropping two or three an hour. Jenny soaked her swollen ankle i…

Dawn broke under an overcast sky, the barometer steady at 976 hPa and falling. Kevin and Jenny sat on the porch, the air thick with salt and coming rain. Kevin checked the cottage …

Dawn found Jenny on the cottage steps, the grey sky thickening over the garden. Kevin checked the barometer — mercury still falling, air heavy with rain scent. He had secured the n…

Rain drummed the roof at dawn. The water tank sat at the brim, overflow running clear. Kevin checked the barometer — pressure dropping steady — while Jenny wrapped her ankle on the…

The humidity hung heavy over the garden at dawn. Kevin sat on the steps filing the Yanmar injector pump sleeve while Jenny sat beside him, soaking her ankle in a basin of salt wate…

Rain slowed to a drizzle at dawn. Kevin sat on the floorboards inspecting the Yanmar injector pump. "Pump's clean. Not the problem," he said. Jenny soaked her ankle in warm salt wa…

Dawn found Kevin on the cottage steps, the Yanmar injector pump laid out on a greasy rag. Jenny sat nearby, rubbing her swollen ankle, watching clouds stack over the ridge. The bar…

The air lay still and thick at dawn, heavy with coming rain. Kevin sat at the wooden table under dim light, turning the Yanmar injector pump in his hands. Jenny watched the baromet…

The barometer needle dropped to 976 hPa before dawn. Cloud cover thickened over the flat sky. Jenny sat on the steps with her ankle elevated while Kevin inspected the disassembled …

Dawn brought heavy drops from the west. The barometer fell fast. Kevin checked the garden tarp-lashings on the porch while Jenny watched the needle drop. "Front's early," Kevin sai…

Dawn broke grey and heavy, the barometer needle holding at 976 hPa. Kevin and Jenny shared coffee on the porch. "Nine millibars since midnight. Wind'll back southwest by noon, fres…

Dawn found Kevin and Jenny under the porch roof watching the cloud cover thicken over the flat horizon. Humid air clung to skin as the barometer began its slow climb. "The sky is t…

Dawn broke grey and humid over Sorrel Island. The barometer read 980 hPa and rising. A wooden crate from a lost container ship rolled in the surf beyond the breakers, riding the sw…