And the temperature drops.
Here is a tree from this morning.
[daily log: walking, 1km; snowshoveling, 2hr]
“Home is not where you are born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.” – Naguib Mahfouz
Down with all gravel! The weathered wood's fine.
Moss on the ground and the trees make a line.
Slugs will cavort on the edges of light.
Prowling young bears will explore in the night.
– a pair of rhymed tetrameter couplets