Goodnight friends! Low flat ash grey skies. The kind of day that, even before afternoon brought hours of muttering drizzle, seems determined to roll along the end of summer as decisively as possible. Everything pearled with fine, cold softly shining droplets.
Deep slow ache in my bones a constant half-felt jangle of static that breaks up my thoughts and weighs down my mood. Pecking away at small bits of creative work, trying to keep my mind occupied.
May we find confidence in our ability to make decisions and follow through on our plans and ideas today!
