A forty-forth tree.
[daily log: walking, 4.5km]
Day: February 15, 2019
Caveat: Poem #929 “A winter calm”
ㅁ The atmosphere tastes like frozen grapes and snow conceals the doubtful path. I step forward, then sideways. A bird rushes by me. The hill hides the sun but the sky's blue. A branch snaps. Silent place.
– a nonnet.
