Goodnight friends! Dour and muggy, but less of that hovering, greasy fuzz of anticipated rain. Silvery shoaling ripples of cool wind through the willow trees, great slow wheeling chevron formations of geese above testing out their wings. Plump fungi swell in damp sheltered crevices. The thick verdancy of banks and hedges is starting to take on an exhausted sagging look, too fecund, too towering to sustain itself.
Not much exciting going on, life seems muffled by the grey days. Continuing to bask a bit in my renewed creative drive. The more I’m able and willing to spend time drawing, the more drifting and wooly fragments of idea seem to spool easily into coherence and purpose.
May we build toward a solid sense of internal worth and self-acceptance today!
