This tree saw snow melt in strange patterns.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Day: January 13, 2022
Caveat: Poem #1992 “Forty-eighth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon gazed at the fog on the lake weather had forced her to take a short break. Still she grew frustrated, time passed her by... hopes were obscured just as clouds hid the sky.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.