This tree (among the young alders in the foreground) saw the sun set behind San Juan Island.
Day: December 28, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1976 “Driven”
ㅁ A few fresh inches of snow appeared for yesterday morning's commute. But I'm getting used to it. I zig-zag down the road like a blue bobsled armed with four wheels crunching snow tasting ice.