the-lighthouse-ledger — Episode 1: Episode 1: The Keeper's Ledger

The tide was a meter and a half on the tables, which meant a meter and a quarter at the reef, and the wind had backed to the southwest an hour before the bus arrived. The fog followed the bus down the coast road, patient as a dog. Alma counted the telegraph poles from the window — thirty-one between the last turnoff and the town — and noted that one in four leaned toward the sea, as if pulled by a hand she could not see.