Good afternoon friends! Hourless gloom still rests over everything like a heavy wet sheet, weighing down exhausted half-bare treetops and pressing wetly on my chest. Rain a fine dense vision-blurring haze, near silent fingertip tapping on thick mulchy drifts of brass hued leaf litter. Squirrels, ambiguous in the grey light, sinewave between patches of cover.
Heavy going and poor sleep still, constant slight grinding in my joints. Creativity bubbling up again though as stress eases slightly.
May we find joy and purpose in giving what we can today!
