Goodnight friends! A sweeping and changeable sky, banks of unsteady ash-grey clouds gathering up and collapsing, swept along in brief fits and jerking rushes that sent brief steely clashes and hisses from stands of dry canary orchard grass, sharp spear leaves such a pale yellow they’re almost white. Water running low and clear in the streams again, burbling in musical corrugations over pebble beds.
A little dazed most of the day from my conti.uing offset sleep schedule. After a few hours of very slow pottering about I was able to get totally absorbed into the process of a single drawing for hours today, a nice feeling that I lost for a long while in the burnout and relapse following university.
May we find acknowledgement of our efforts and feelings today, and grant the same to each other!
