This is a tree at Juli’s house, in the morning. So that’s where I am.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Day: November 21, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1208 “The hidden world”
There is morning fog. Crows cross streets and discuss things. Cars drift, secretive.
There is morning fog. Crows cross streets and discuss things. Cars drift, secretive.