This tree was there at the 7-mile bridge, where despite yet another 2 inches falling in the previous 24 hours, still had remnants of snow piled along it.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km; retailing, 6hr]
Day: February 9, 2022
Caveat: Poem #2018 “Announcement”
ㅁ When I was young I liked the rain it always seemed to sing. I'm older now but I still like that tapping, plonking thing.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.