This tree bent over the road-to-town, and a deer in the distance, that was jogging along.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Day: December 14, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1962 “The sign of the shovel”
ㅁ There's no surprise I spent all the night dreaming of snowshoveling.
– a pseudo-haiku.