Goodnight friends! Far more open and fresher, the sky full of the vivid surprise and chaos of paint layers flaking away, iron-black dissolving into cream and ivory, outlined in a flash of gold bleeding into orange, almost greenish as it fades into a delicate frosty blue. Not so cold or windy either by the time I got out, which may mean clouds will collapse together again soon. Bushels of scaly catkins cast in brass on the drooping branches of birch trees.
Felt much better despite my off-kilter schedule, but cobwebby weight of fatigue still lingering. Got through half my hoped-for exercise before feeling my body start to give out – but far better than none, and is positive to feel like I’m keeping at least some of my foundation for stamina and stability under me.
May we find humility and willingness to apologise and grow today!
