Goodnight friends! Another roiling shapechanging day, spectacular blues and iron greys, muted squeal of branches when the buffeting of the bullrushing wind shifted. The precussive flipflop slap of swans lifting off from a running start across the reservoir. Still the scent of sun warming damp soil, the bristling brilliance of sunlight catching wet leaves.
A very difficult day pain and fatigue-wise, the same gorgeously mercurial weather that produces rainbows seems to be some of the worst for my joints. Not too bad when it was fair around lunchtime but a sudden unclear chunk of the evening missing, lost to a semi-derealised, dislocated drifting, not quite able to anchor myself or maintain full contact with or control of my body.
May we find a sense of peace and acceptance, and offer the same to each other when we can today!
