Dry Wax Tote bag medium brim Still dark

Still dark

It disappears into the work of walking

polished wood and low voices sliding past borders without asking permission

and the spare shirt you swapped after Kuang Si Falls

There is no dry place to wait anyway

Dry Wax Tote bag medium brim Still darkDry Wax Tote Bag It gets carried off a gravel pull in somewhere along the Northumberland coast, wind coming hard off the North Sea, rain threatening but never quite committing. The tote hangs heavy at the hip, canvas darkened where the weather keeps brushing past, salt already starting its quiet work. Inside, there is bread wrapped in paper from a village bakery, a folded OS map, a notebook that smells faintly of damp wool. Later, it sits on a low