This tree anticipated more photons, soon.
I was planning to write a long rant about road maintenance and technocracy… but I’m too tired and can’t be bothered. Imagine that a rant was written.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 4hr]
Day: March 23, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2789 “A moment’s rest”
ㅁ The seagull sat, fat and round and white, as if a short break from eating might perhaps be justified; perched on the metal arch over the wood dock, watching the world, witnessing sun, sea, trees.
– a nonnet.