The Humidity Wait
Kevin stands at the edge of the dock, checking the tension on the mooring lines as the tide begins to turn. Jenny sits on a crate nearby, resting her bandaged ankle and watching the heavy overcast air grow dense with salt spray.
The humidity hangs heavy over the dock, a thick blanket that makes the wood slick with moisture. The tide is fully out, exposing the jagged rocks and the heavy wooden crate wedged near the far mooring line. Jenny sits on a bench, her ankle throbbing despite the wrap, while Kevin watches the overcast sky for signs of coming rain.
The tide is turning early today, Kevin.
rub a hand over the swollen ankle and wince at the sharp spike of pain.
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Pressure's dropping. We can feel it in the air.
tighten the wrap on my ankle, trying to ignore the throbbing.
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It's eight days away, if it even shows up.
look out at the rotting planks of the way, wondering how much longer they'll hold.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.