Goodnight friends! A soft blue sky, contrails and thin frothy cirrus windcombed out into banners and wriggling vertebrae. A little islet of fugitive frost in the shadow of every tussock, iced-over puddles and spidery routemaps of frozen mud wherever a churned and boggy path dipped into a hollow. Crash and whoop of pigeons bursting from the treetops as I approached.
Recovery is fairly slow, and I’ve been inable still to really get a full grasp of my sleep schedule, so wooziness drags at my heels even when I feel relatively energetic otherwise.
May we find mutual inspiration within our communities and a spirit of generous collaboration today!
