Field note: Bark Drifter

Between the trunks of the woodland it smells of resin and damp bark.

Today I come across a Bark Drifter — slender · plain · crystal.

Drifters never quite touch the ground. Where one has hovered for long, the grass stays unbent even so.

If you want to meet one yourself: Woodland. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

The next one appears tomorrow — a new species every day.

Earlier notes