Somewhat to my surprise, Arthur didn’t want to walk with me today. I think he enjoys walking in the rain less than I do. And I know I’m weird. Anyway, I went on my daily walk alone, in the rain.
[daily log: walking, 4.5km]
Day: November 8, 2018
Caveat: Poem #830 “The speculative other”
ㅁ What do the deer dream, curled up in some woody hollow? Do bears lurk out there?
– a pseudo-haiku.