On our afternoon walk, I found a mysterious brightly painted piece of rock at the 8 mile bridge on the Port Saint Nicholas Expressway.
I wonder what it was?
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Day: October 12, 2018
Caveat: Poem #803 “The photon shortage”
ㅁ Photons, in the fall, seem fewer in their number and farther apart.
– a pseudo-haiku.
