This tree hung out along the desolate road to town.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 5hr]
Day: December 29, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1977 “The climate is different, a few miles inland”
ㅁ The town is out on a point of land. It's always a bit windy there. Going home, I drive inland, following the sea's arm, the snow gets deeper, the wind dies down, the trees calm, a mist hangs.
– a nonnet.