This tree witnessed a pinkish dawn.
There was a lot of ice on the road. So I ended up not dogwalking, and cancelled our Thursday shopping trip. I suppose I could be be crazy and reckless, like those guys that zoom down our road as if their trucks were hovercraft, but I prefer not to.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Chartres I do not wonder, stones, You have withstood so long The strong wind and the snows. Were you not built to bear The winter and the wind That blows on the hill here? But you have borne so long Our eyes, our mortal eyes, And are not worn -
– Archibald MacLeish (American poet, 1892-1982)
I continued living in Rockpit, Alaska.
[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn’t written in 2021 – it was written in the future.]
ㅁ Rain. It came: to coat snow with some slick slush; to make walking hard so you have to shuffle; to sculpt incongruous clouds that lurk around at ground level, laced with dirt and stones and dog's urine.
– a reverse nonnet.
