This tree was below some sparse clouds.
A silly joke: My wife screamed “you haven’t listened to a single word I’ve said, have you?!” I was taken aback….what a weird way to start a conversation.
[daily log: walking, 4.5km; retailing, 9hr]
Day: March 26, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2792 “The presentation”
ㅁ The clouds duly presented themselves for our cursory inspection. Their shapes and colors and lines manifested, dreamlike: a painterly view, as if brushstrokes had been drawn across air.
– a nonnet.