Goodnight friends! A jigsaw sky, wan and tired-looking. Scraps of blue pale and bloodless, grey pale and fractured clouds, drowsy smoke-yellow light. Even the looser sandy soil here couldn’t swallow all of yesterdays rain, a few long puddles left in grassy hollows.
I think this brief illness is priperly done with now. Over the day my sore throat felt smoothed out by degrees and I felt well enough to stretch, though exercise still feels off the table for now. Ideas and drawing coming easier, at least.
May we grant each other grace and kindness today, building new bridges and overcoming understandings!
