Ahhh...
Back home now. Some happy thoughts: took the route less travelled this a.m. the isosceles triangle from my house to Seattle's working waterfront. The grain elevator was silent, though, and the container-ships still. Poplars whipered, echoing the wind over my ears, but the Sound was still glassy.
I'm thinking that the salt water must be harder to ripple in the ever-so-slight breeze. I don't...
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