AZIMUTH

200830 | A geometry lesson, night gardening, and teaching as survival.

In the ravine fall the hard, green acorns. You hear them — tokh — connecting with roofs. The squirrels are a flurry — this is their time.

Then the static of surveyors’ radios. I ask what they’re up to, realizing that I’ve become that guy in the neighbourhood. They’re from the department of transportation, the younger surveyor tells me, his orange vest…