Goodnight friends! The sunset is creeping towards me day by day, and a sense of pervasive dampness is rising even on calm clear mornings. Mushrooms burst up everywhere in wild variety, pinhead to palm size, and the grass is strewn with silky white chestnut husks, crackly burred hazelnut shells, veined propellor sycamore seeds.
Much the same, a little dispirited and sapped, focus and motivation slow and fleeting. Some small steps forward at least, managed to timidly get back to a little writing practice.
May we find a sense of revitalised agency and capacity to confront difficulty today!
