{"componentChunkName":"component---src-templates-post-js","path":"/4-28-26","result":{"data":{"contentfulPost":{"title":"Scenery","body":{"json":{"data":{},"content":[{"data":{},"content":[{"data":{},"marks":[],"value":"A beautiful evening. The lake is swallowing itself back. Most of the birds are\nstarlings. Most of the grasses are phragmites. Most of the runners are panting.\nWhen you approach the water, you’ll lose your foot to something murky, and\nyou’ll remember something terrible about algae. The needle-pitched swarm\nof flies will have you tilting. The panicky pleas of killdeer will have you\ndefensive. You’ll recall standing here to read the eulogy. It really was an\nexcellent eulogy. At the junction, just before you turn back home, you’ll see\nan old man with binoculars pressed against his glasses. You’ll want to tell him\nabout the heron at the end of the path. Don’t they look strange there, a\ndinosaur crammed into an oval, the way they can hold absolutely still,\nwaiting an eternity for one excellent fish.","nodeType":"text"}],"nodeType":"paragraph"}],"nodeType":"document"}},"author":"Rachel Sherman","type":"4-28-26","nextTitleAndAuthor":"\"The Girlfriends Of The Propellor Plane Disappearance Victims\" by Dallon Robinson ","nextSlug":"/4-21-26","bio":{"json":{"nodeType":"document","data":{},"content":[{"nodeType":"paragraph","data":{},"content":[{"nodeType":"text","value":"Rachel Sherman is a writer from Utah. She hopes to one day be found elsewhere. Her favorite bird is a kestrel. ","marks":[],"data":{}}]}]}}}},"pageContext":{"slug":"/4-28-26"}}}