Here is tree number twenty.
This morning, I placed the Rockpit, AK, sign that Arthur’s friend Wayne had given him for Christmas. Now our “town” is properly identified.
Midday, we drove into town because we have a leaky water filter we’re trying to fix, a problem that appeared when we reactivated the water supply after our long absence.
On our walk this afternoon, I saw Arthur sitting on a rock. He looked like a cantankerous forest gnome.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Day: January 22, 2019
Caveat: Poem #905 “In silhouette”
ㅁ Tall, distant, hanging back beneath gray skies, a typical tree hunkers down and faces a glowering gale, groping the nourishing ground with its roots. The ground reaches back, lifting the tree up on its back
– a reverse nonnet with a small trunk.
