This tree said welcome back, winter.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Day: April 1, 2021
Caveat: A fool in April
Caveat: Poem #1705 “The winter’s delayed colloquium”
ㅁ What is the end result of this thing? The whole is unsustainable. Can we even specify? Perhaps we should discuss. As a group, I mean. All us snowflakes: we're falling, soulless, lost.