This tree caught some early sun at 530, before the clouds returned.
[daily log: walking, 1km; currying and cobblering, 2hr]
Day: July 19, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1814 “Chiaroscuro”
ㅁ The sun will sometimes make a try at shining and draw fantastic shapes on all the hills until at last a cloud occludes its glory with brooding landscapes made of pure ennui.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).