A fall still life on the table in the kitchen on Bruce's office:
maple leaf, broken bike helmet, Sara Hickman CDs, cup o' java.
Rode Galbraith alone, climbing the Ridge Trail at night in the rain. When I got to the top of the Lower Ridge Trail, where it comes out of the trees, I stood for a long time and just let the rain drench me, like Richard Revoir did at Iceberg Cove when he and Mar and Lane and I kayaked on Lopez Island all those years ago. Moving a few feet under the forest canopy, it was still almost entirely dry since the trees hadn't absorbed enough to start dripping yet.
Lane and I have decided to get a divorce. This comes one month after we moved the family into the house on Humboldt St. in Bellingham, and slightly less than a month after I moved out into my office.
Approximately 1000 verts.
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