This tree found itself upstaged by an icicle I propped up on some rocks.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Day: February 14, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1659 “The parable of the washer(s)”
ㅁ I found a washer in my pocket, and... my thought was that I should remove it quick. Because in fact to leave it lurking there would make for problems when I washed my pants. The washer would escape and bang around, a fearsome thing would then occur, no doubt: the thing would bounce and dance across the floor... a washer wrecked by washers getting washed.
– some lines in blank verse (iambic pentameter).