Goodnight friends! A mild blustery wind brings scurrying, struggling alternating interludes of stark golden-edged light amlnd grimy, murky grey. Butter-smooth horse chestnuts shine like rubies among the grass and shrivelled leaves.
A weak and weary day, poor sleep and.fitful weather conspiring. A little drawing and anatomy study, careful of my still not quite healed hand, pleasantly occupied my slight mental energy.
May we find ourselves attentive, open and ready to carefully listen to each other today!
