Goodnight friends! Blustery, wildly shifting skies continue, clouds sliding easily across polished sapphire skies. Great surging bands of light and shadow raced towards me across fields, the cold wind pressure against my chest as if the golden midday was bull-rushing into me. Muddy water licked and smacked at the canal banks, urgently foam-crowned. Dry ferns and mugwort rattle and bow.
The chill slowed me down a little, but I did a decent little number of gentle pottering tasks despite some slowness, and my acuity and general togetherness felt okay. I’m hoping to be able to go out on another little adventure at the weekend, so taking things easy in anticipation.
May we find joy and fulfilment in sharing in each others’ passions today!
