Yesterday I traveled about 90 miles. First by walking
and then by bus and then finally by car.
I went to the Winter Market in Anacortes. A few greens, beets, turnips, potatoes, onions, cheese and meat, eggs, crafts.
And then I sat at the harbor while my parents took my grandmother shopping.
I went out past that breakwater many times during the last part of my childhood.
Made some of the most important decisions of my life sitting on top of that promontory to the left.
I watched a group of men racing model boats. The structures in the background are refineries.
Every morning, during the school year, the bus I took for 6 years drove around the outside edges of those refineries. Every afternoon, we went back round them again.
The past is a kind of shadow.
And I knit for awhile...