Goodnight friends! Clouds billowing and rushing, azure and steam wisps overhead but a towering flat iron wall of cloud to the north and scattered uncertain droplets in the air. Thin sunkissed poplars like twists of gold wire against the dark backdrop. Wondering whether some of the spikes of swelling buds around the graves might be giant orchids, which have apparently been more able to make it over from the continent and survive the winter in recent years.
Feels like an unexpected recovery day, active in brief surges with rapid backlash. Worn out from getting dressed, eating, doing nothing today. Malaise has a feverish quality, shivering, flashing hot and cold with periods of dazed dizziness. Easing up as the day wears on at least, so probably nothing unusual, just something of a passing dip.
May we find joy and consolidation in sharing in creativity and community today!
