This tree experienced springlike weather in February. It is a deception.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Day: February 18, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2755 “Seventy-eighth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon couldn't forgive herself, then. Warm, springlike weather was rampant, again. She'd been upset at a stranger's request; Lurking anxiety'd made her quite stressed.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. One of a series of chronologically random quatrains about the protagonist of a novel I never make much progress on.