12 August · Mile 0
The bus stop that had a library
A repurposed phone booth with two shelves of paperbacks, a strict honor system, and one very loyal cat. I left a dog-eared novel, took a guidebook to a coast I've never seen.
Place9 August · Mile 41
Notes on waiting for weather
The ferry doesn't run in fog. Nobody complains; the whole harbor slows to the pace of the tide, and strangers start talking about bread. There is a particular quiet that only happens when everyone has agreed to wait.
Weather3 August · Mile 88
Recipe for a borrowed kitchen
One onion, whatever greens are cheap, an egg from the neighbor's hens, and a chair pulled up to the window. The measuring is generous. The company is required.
Food