Goodnight friends! A wet grey start burst into a sudden explosive sigh of hammering rain around midday. The early afternoon was washed clear, brilliant lilac blue and drifts of slippery honey and amber leaves. Birch canopies tossed on the breeze like a tumble of gold coins cascading endlessly over itself.
Feeling more stable and less deeply wrung out, pain rising and throbbing and receding with the heavy clouds. Creative urge returning in full, though thoughts still too easily scattered to do much with it.
May we grant ourselves and each other time and space for quiet, unproductive ease today!
