Day 270 of 2025
“Morning Light Pauses at the Harbor's Edge”
spoken reading· 23s
generating...
Overheard at the beach house, 7:31 AM:
"—no but the thing is, the clouds are doing
something the water can't decide about yet.
Look. Come here and look."
(scrape of a chair)
"See? They're moving but the harbour isn't."
"It's early."
"That's not—that's not the reason."
(long pause)
"Okay. Maybe it is the reason."