This tree is now committed to summer’s eventual arrival.
Speaking of arrivals, Arthur arrived safe and sound at Klawock airport. He declares that he is “done with traveling” for a long time.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Day: May 8, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1742 “Fate”
ㅁ A seagull ponders fate - but pondering, for such a bird, is little more than sleep. Instead, it tastes the sea-thick, rainy air, and cleans its feathers, witnessing dull dawn.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).