Goodnight friends! Day by day now the feeling of pressure is palpably building, a clammy staticky too-close feeling that comes along with the paler skies, more and more muffled by clouds, and redoubles the heat. Rowan berries, haws and crabapples swell, meadows drooping with the sweltering warmth and the pale, whispering, lolling weight of their seedheads. Astonishing banks of bracken are rearing up like forests within the forest, the kind of psace full of twists and turns and compressed depths where superstition insists you might not come out in exactly the same world you came in from.
Sleep delayed by heat and whirring thoughts again, hard to keep a grip on my sleep schedule still – restless despite trying to tire myself out in the day. Other than that I think I’m feeling fairly well and stabilized, over the relapse aftershocks. Hoping the predicted rain doesn’t cause me too many problems.
May we find new avenues of thought and creative growth to explore today!
