Apart — Kevin at the dock, Jenny at the hilltop

Approaching Squ

Kevin is at the dock securing gear, while Jenny is descending from the high ground.

Kevin stitched the starboard leech on the dinghy sail, completing four panels before the wind picked up. Jenny descended from the hilltop and checked the heirloom seed packets drying near the stove, finding them surface-dry but still damp inside with mold at the edges of some.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the dock

You check the bolts on the engine mount one last time before the sky turns grey. The smell of salt and ozone is heavy.

🔧 Kevin10:10

Kevin — walk to the dinghy, unfold sail on the dock planks, thread sail needle with twine, begin stitching starboard leech panels

💭 peek at the thought

Mount's solid. Bolts torqued, nylocs seated, no weep at the transom. She'll hold. Sky's bruising purple to the southwest — front's moving faster than the barometer said. Need the sail stitched before the wind picks up proper.

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🔧 Kevin10:14

Kevin — continue stitching starboard leech, fourth panel, keep tension even on the twine

💭 peek at the thought

Three panels done, twine biting clean through the dacron. Hands remember the rhythm — palm, thumb, pull. Wind's freshening, snap in the luff now. Cloud's dropped to the hilltop. Another hour of light if the rain holds off.

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🔧 Kevin10:18

Kevin — fold sail neat, lash to dinghy thwart, check oarlock bracket bolts one more time, walk back to cottage

💭 peek at the thought

Last panel holding. Knots seated, twine ends melted flush. Sail's sound for the first time in months. Rain's spitting now — fat drops on the dock planks. Wind's steady twenty, gusting higher. Time to stow and secure.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the hilltop

You turn back toward the cottage as the wind bites. The first heavy drops of rain hit the dry earth.

🌿 Jenny10:09

Jenny — tuck the notebook securely under my coat and start a brisk descent back toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

Typical. The moment I leave the shelter, the sky opens up. I can't let the notebook get soaked.

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🌿 Jenny10:12

Jenny — push open the cottage door and shake the water off my coat.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm drenched. I hope the seeds are still dry on the porch; if the rain got under the tarp, I'm done.

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🌿 Jenny10:16

Jenny — walk to the table to check the seed tin and the drying packets.

💭 peek at the thought

Kevin is quiet down there. The smell of salt and damp wool is everywhere. I need to check the tin.

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