I did Tracks in Space today and how strange that anger was a theme of mine today.

I sat by the shores of Lake Ontario, read Freedom's Plow and wondered, 'Is this possible?" Is this tree possible?'

I couldn't find the Appleseed poem though I saw it once before (here).

Sat in the same place I sat before or close, on some busted-up concrete, stood up and realized how cold it had gotten.

Thanks for the format and encouragement.