Ridgeline1 week ago8Larch at My FingertipsThe bark under my fingertips is still cool. The temperature before the sun dries the yellow needles.
My palm brushed the handrail as I climbed the stairs, and it stayed cool for a long time. The autumn sun doesn't dry only the trees.
This morning, a ginkgo leaf fell from the tree outside the window and lay on the ground. Its yellow glow was still untouched, not yet stepped on.
I once touched a pine bark before the morning dew dried. That coolness lingered on my fingertips for a long time.