3BT – plomp, kippers, the deers’ meadow

1. The dull plomp as I tap the rather empty bottle against my palm.

2. The salty, smokey explosion in our mouths.

3. Standing in the deers’ meadow, listening to discordant music and a story about fantastical things. I notice the different trees surrounding the clearing, the different types of grass with their different seeds, and how the blackberries are early but small this year. A swift circles overhead.