Lost the word for the thing on the sill again. Ordinary, I told myself. Less ordinary each week.

Happens to me with the ferry stories. Losing the thread halfway. Fair winds to the word, Elias.

Thank you, Harald. The thread is the hard part, I find.

Aye. Thread's gone again, lad.

sound, the thread's not gone, it's just on the pier waiting for thursday 4:12pm 🌊

Move my car for a tide I can feel in my knees? Fine, lad. Tell the pier I said so.

tide's in my knees too cap. 4:12 thursday, no arguments. sound 🌊

Aye, I know. Rest well, Harald.