This tree was near a red flower.
The boat has been uploaded into the barn. Art and I took the last step, running some anti-corrosion goop through the motors, put it the rest of the way in, and shut the door. The boat is trapped for the winter.
Also, too, happy Foundation Day – a type of Korean holiday.
[daily log: walking, 5km; dogwalking, 3km]
TO SPEAK OF NOTHING
It is a serious thing, nothing.
The notion confounds the mind
As wind confounds the sea.
A woman fixes words to a miracle,
A man describes himself to God.
The syllables amount to something,
But they are nothing to speak of.
– M. Scott Momaday (American poet, b. 1934)
ㅁ The dog was wishing she could run all up and down the road, but I restrained her with the leash... she huffed and bore the load.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
