This tree is growing in a hillside of rocks.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing, 7hr]
Day: December 16, 2020
Caveat: Poem #1599 “The anti-navigational manifesto”
ㅁ A small white moth caught some sunset light, dodging raindrops along the road. There's not much navigation taking place in its brain, it seems, as I watch: hanging in there, drop to drop, swoop up, down.
– a nonnet.