Day 298 of 2026
βThe Wind Vane's Testimonyβ
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WEATHER REPORT, SHINGLE EDGE
Wind: from the one direction, all night.
Visibility: total, and nothing in it.
Sea state: a single sheet, moving.
Cloud: thin, in no hurry to be anywhere.
Incidents: one arrow, shuddering, pointing at what it can't name.
Outlook: the same, with grass.
The Vane Holds Its Line
You are a rusted wind vane on a fence post, and the gust keeps trying to spin you toward a direction you refuse to admit. Tap to brace yourself and keep your arrow pointed at the one distant sodium lamp across the strait until the night's forecast is finished.