The maples have their catkins blooming, and leaves beginning to leaf out. I dreamed last night the tide was full in the bays and inland waters I drove past yesterday. There's a cherry tree out the window in fullest dress.
I'm in my friend M's cabin in the woods behind Port Angeles. An agenda-less spy trip. Look at places to rent, poke around town. Go out to the ocean. The real ocean. I read the apartment ads in the paper yesterday. M tells me I can stay with her as much as I want, and that she might go away next winter and I could sublet. We'll see.
Day rose beautiful. There will be pictures later, but around here you go when the weather says go.
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