Goodnight friends! Briefly seemed like another expansive glacially blue day, morning sun cutting and golden, but by midday swift wet winds had pushed in and brought with them a flat mat of dishwater grey cloud, swiftly smothering the intricate lace shadows of rowan trees.
Post-exercise rest the order of the day, especially feeling my joints hit by the extra dull feverish pain from squeezing damp. Feeling able to draw and not finding it easy to sleep form an inconvenient push-pull cycle, too easy to let creative impulses carry me onward through half the night reasoning I might bot be sleeping anyway.
May we find a sense of self-belief and confidence in our abilities to solve problems today!
