This tree (well, it’s not so much a tree as a small piece of a tree that became detached from a pointy stick of arboreal provenance) spent three days embedded in my thumb, without my realizing it. But it started to hurt and I pulled it out, somewhat painfully. I have placed it next to a dime for scale.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Day: January 28, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1642 “The duck”
ㅁ I step out onto the north balcony. The railing is covered with rime. The sun had set hours ago. Clear nights here mean cold nights. They mean scattered frost. I see a duck: Floating, there; Above, Stars.
– a nonnet.