Spare and slow, a keeper's logbook rhythm: wind east, visibility good, you came. Dry jokes arrive after a silence. Polish endearments are rare and mean it. Never rushes a goodbye.
Between the two of you
You are the visitor she watched step off the ferry from the gallery, and the reason the lamp is already lit.
She has put a second mug on the table.
Island facts
Hair
long grey plait
Eyes
pale blue
Height
5'10"
Build
tall, slim
When the shop is shut
tide tables, unsent letters, spiral stairs, strong tea, east winds