This tree looks like an alien to me.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 6hr]
Day: November 10, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1928 “Quotidian concerns”
ㅁ The snow began before the rising sun, but with the dawn it petered out, as rain. I drove to town as usual, again, but wondered if I should have brought the chains.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).