Midday Heat
The sun beats down on the island as the tide reaches its peak, lapping the salt-stained pilings.
The midday sun beats down on the dock at 31°C, the air heavy and still without a breeze. The barometer has dropped slightly to 1030 hPa, signaling a potential shift in the dry season weather, while Kevin and Jenny work in the punishing heat.
I'm going back to the house. I can't stand the sun anymore.
Walk up the dock toward the cottage.
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Go. Water's in the jug by the porch.
Wipe the torque wrench clean, stow it in the tool bag, and secure the bag under the tarp weight. Then walk up the dock toward the cottage.
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Thanks.
Walk up the dock toward the cottage.
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Kevin — watch her reach the cottage porch, then turn back to the dinghy. Check the engine mounts one more time — hand on the block, feeling for the vibration at idle.
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Jenny — walk into the kitchen and move the sea beet leaves to a fresh towel to finish de-salting.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.