Tangerine daybreak over the shadow hulk of an abandoned fort. Green flicker of a channel marker. The new week shivers and wakes. There are many k sounds in this note to you.

A grey sky is haughtier than a cloudy sea.

Tom goes to work this morning. Paul begins his internship tomorrow morning. I will edit and maybe imagine writing something new. On Wednesday afternoon I'll drive north for band practice and an overnight with friends. Since I've moved to Portland, I've put gas into the tank a grand total of once. My life as a perpetual driver has screeched to a halt. I'm almost looking forward to spending a couple of hours in the car. Almost.

The mantlepiece clock ticks and ticks, but sometimes I forget that it also tells the time.