This tree was alongside as Arthur’s return flight touched the runway.
Which is to say: Arthur’s back from his excursion to Anchorage, safe-and-sound.
[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km]
Day: February 12, 2022
Caveat: Poem #2021 “Mostly empty space”
ㅁ The sea is not what seems to be, instead it sloshes there: a mass of molecules and space that grasps up at the air.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.