This tree was dead, but towered over other, living siblings.
[daily log: walking, 2km; pickaxing holes in the mud and rocks, 3hr]
Day: February 21, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1666 “Events in a darkroom”
ㅁ Wind, purple clouds hanging, spots of blackness, patches of white snow, something greenish, or brown, inchoate shapes emerging, gravel on the gray road, waiting, the sky's first light rendering the world.
– a reverse nonnet.