This tree was by the road.
I went and got Arthur at the airport after leaving work today. He arrived safely back among the trees and precipitation.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 6hr]
Day: December 1, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1949 “A dark grey mission”
ㅁ In winter's dark the stones lurk, stark my light's an ark guiding my way. Raindrops glisten; I walk, listen without mission to start my day. I stand and think on the path's brink trees shade like ink... the sky turns grey.
– a rhupunt – a Welsh poem style I tried once before.