Goodnight friends! Similarly changeable though far drier, ruler-straight shadows lunging out from avenues of copper-flecked linden trees in dazzling gold-edged moments before dissolving just as rapidly into dull hazy grey. Walls of ivy put forth flower buds like troves of pale green jacks. Wind flaps and hisses and rattles among leaves gathering in tidal drifts.
More stamina today in a basic physical sense but a constant sandpaper distraction of pain, and a dreary pall of flatness and disconnection settling over me. Maybe deep weariness in part, maybe feeling dull from a lack of creative drive.
May we find a deeper and clearer connection to our own minds and bodies today!