And the temperature drops.
Here is a tree from this morning.
[daily log: walking, 1km; snowshoveling, 2hr]
Day: January 11, 2020
Caveat: cesation
“Home is not where you are born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.” – Naguib Mahfouz
Caveat: Poem #1259 “Ode to the wood”
Down with all gravel! The weathered wood's fine. Moss on the ground and the trees make a line. Slugs will cavort on the edges of light. Prowling young bears will explore in the night.
– a pair of rhymed tetrameter couplets