Goodnight friends! Hazy muddled sky, broad sheets of pale grey with bright tattered edges. Fine rain, tiny droplets falling dreamily slow, caught up like floating trails of glitter in moments of raking evening light. Thistles caked in a bedraggled thatch of their own down, vetch leaves pearl-studded. Sweet smell of warm, wet turned earth.
Still feeling very weary and sore, increasingly so as rain continued through the afternoon. Eczema flaring on my hand, an ugly, scaly red blot covering the area a pencil would rest on my forefinger that distracts me and rubs raw when I try to draw, contributing to a low, exhausted mood.
May we find a sense of broader perspective and confidence in our futures today!