Another treepocalypse, farther down the road… and one tree still hangs on.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Day: June 11, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1045 “Stationary”
The last few days, the rain has returned. It's hard to find motivation. I make some progress with maps. It's nice to breathe wet air. Spots speckle water. The green trees bend. Insects fly. Streams race. Watch.
– a nonnet.
