Goodnight friends! Chilly and brilliant again, the air hitting my face like the shock of a papercut. Treetops like beaten brass. The drifting fallen leaves, dried and soaked and dried again, are washed out and sere, with a different texture too, whispering and collapsing like paper rather than snapping and crackling.
Better prepared for the cold and with a bit more stamina generally, although most of the day was a slow, pottering, slightly dazed affair still, partly on purpose to make sure I have myself space to recover. I managed to take a walk, make food, do some stretches and light household caretaking, so I feel a bit steadier and more in control mentally too.
May we grant each other, and ourselves, grace and compassion today!