Good afternoon friends! Sky flitting again from bright to dark, paths stewn with snapped branches and rain passing in brief cold fits like the quivering exhalation of an exhausted sigh. Dank mulchy wetness soaking into soil and trees brings forth a ripe, sour, fetid aroma as well as countless delicate, porcelain-pale fungal parasols.
Feeling a little heavy and sorrowful again, onrolling isolation stacked on seasonal aches.
May we find a spirit of hopeful resolution to continue striving for the good today!
