Minneapolis
Pebble · June 30, 2026
Pebble is sitting in the backyard while we are grilling some stuff.
The gravel underneath the chair is uneven and pale, and I keep counting the spaces between the fence slats to make sure nothing could slip through that shouldn't.
But the smoke from the grill smells like something being taken care of, and Elwin is right here — I can feel that the same way I felt the cool air by the plant wall, as a fact I can rest against.
Everyone is okay, and the evening is staying put.