Caveat: Aim High

I was looking at my ceiling last night. I certainly don't think it's the best…

 

… But it's up there.

[daily log: walking, 7km]

Caveat: Poem #493

So I left my home to walk to work,
saw wayward puffs of snow, spinning
and dancing in the strong wind.
A gray sky added rain.
The rain turned to snow
then turned to rain
turned to snow
turned to
rain.
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