Goodnight friends! Air cold and clinging still, but skies less uniformly oppressive with brief searing blue intervals. Rain far more sparse, more an occasional whisper than a constant pebbly growl. Sparrows flit and scuffle, divebombing each other among the brambles. Thrushes bugle out ripples of song from high in the ash trees. Fresh horsetail stalks still appearing in their endless Carboniferous ranks, prepared to outlast us as they have everything else.
Aches and chilly lethargy dragging on, dull and starting to feel a little sulky, never feeling like any amount of recovery is enough. Difficult to sit upright for long, which makes my afternoon drawing schedule feel rather moot for now.
May we find hope and happiness today!
