Dark Four In Cascadia

Daily notes from a plague winter


December 6th

Seeing a friend. A chance encounter. We stand awkwardly apart and yak. We're in a wine shop so the yap is about wine. I know my wines. Eventually I get tired of the charade and reach over to clap him on the shoulder. It feels ridiculously good to touch someone. We pick wines, bump fists, go out separate ways. A rare win. 2020.