Goodnight friends! Just about as swift a change as swift I could imagine and just the one predicted, a sky so flat and featureless as to almost lack any sense of presence at all, like the uncanny grey void of an ocular migraine. The feeling of spring can’t quite be dispelled though. The thick scent of turned mud seems sweeter, the rain is light and mild, a gentle popcorn rattling on my hood cut through but sweet, piercing bird trills in the trees.
Exercise occupied most of my limited energy for today, felt a little more physically confident depite some deeper pangs of pain from the wet weather and managed nearly a half hour of activity overall. My mind a bit calmer, working through things a bit more effectively for now, and wearing myself out probably helps a bit too.
May we find space and time for unselfconscious frivolity and delight today!
