This tree suggested an additional sprinkling of snow, in the morning.
But later it turned to rain. Slushtabulous.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 9hr]
Day: March 6, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2772 “The lurker”
ㅁ The road was covered in snow and ice. I'd decided on a short walk. I had no specific plan. The snow crunched underfoot. The light was purple. A pothole lurked, under snow... ate my foot.
– a nonnet.