This tree is a guest-tree from my past. It is a tree under the yellow smog-dust-fog thing the Koreans call hwangsa (황사) – a meteorological phenomenon in which dust from the Gobi desert in Mongolia gets swept up and blown over points eastward. It is an unpleasant thing. I took this picture in March, 2010.
Day: October 5, 2022
Caveat: Poem #2255 “Uninsulated”
ㅁ I've slept in my metal clad treehouse every night for three months now. But lately it's dark out there, and the nights grow colder. Uninsulated, with a screen door... I'll move out. Winter comes.
– a nonnet.