Flashlight | Twisp, WA | April 2019
Ah, there it is. I’d searched drawers, shelves and closets to find the flashlight. All along, it stood at attention in plain sight. Dead batteries meant a trip to the hardware store, where I waited in line behind a man who’d just returned from the Oregon Coast. We talked about visiting the city’s fine aquarium, and the shivers we got from seeing the silhouettes of sharks. We agreed that humans must be hardwired to flee such menacing shapes. Unlike the flashlight, the sharks were easily spotted, even in swirling schools of fish or undulating beds of kelp. All our prey senses were pricked by their presence.