Geronimo Vest gardening salt already starting its quiet

salt already starting its quiet work

Somewhere inside

the Bundalong holding steady as everything else shifts

you sit back on your heels and tear into plov cooked low and heavy

Geronimo Vest gardening salt already starting its quietGeronimo Quilted Gilet You left the last village in the Nurata Mountains before the road warmed up. Still dark. Still silent. The only thing louder than your boots was the clink of arak in your flask. By the time the plateau gave way to switchbacks, the cold had settled in. The Geronimo Vest stayed zipped. The high neck cut the wind. The handwarmer pockets earned their name. Lightly quilted and lined to sit under a shell or over a base. Breathes on