This tree sees people with guns and strong opinions.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing, 8hr]
Day: November 18, 2020
Caveat: Poem #1571 “Spirited eagle”
ㅁ Some ravens and an eagle jumped to flight along the road to town, as if at play. The eagle fled ahead and found a tree, and perched there calmly looking down, askance. I saw the eagle's breath rise up like steam. I'd never seen that, till that morning's trip.