November 21 Field Photo

From the left field grass seats at about 11am.


Pop Early Winter Poem into Google and here is one result:

Thoughts in Early Winter
Meng Haoran

Trees shed leaves, and geese are flying south;
The north wind blows, here on the river it's cold.
My home is at the bend of the waters of Xiang,
Far beyond the edge of the clouds of Chu.
Travelling, I've exhausted my tears for home,
I watch a lone sail at the heavens' end.
The ferry's gone- who can I ask where?
Darkness falls beside the level sea.

I can kind of see it.