This tree seems more average than your average tree.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Day: August 30, 2020
Caveat: Poem #1491 “Landing in Beyem”
ㅁ The chill wind came off the frozen lake. The city lurked among its hills. A large ship rested, icebound. Still, the streets teemed with life. Columns of smoke rose. I walked along. Some birds spun. Sun shone. Lost.
– a nonnet set in a fictional city called Beyem.