Goodnight friends! Nor raining thankfully but still the sky is the stolid grey of stained concrete. The air feels soggy and the thermometer barely brushed 13°c, a drop of more than 10 in just a few days. The grasses are phenomenal, thickets dense and tall enough I need to wade through with caterpillar seedheads brushing up against my ribs. Tattered and rumpled blackberry flowers already falling apart after yesterday’s all-day deluge.
Still feeling very drained and spaced out, thought the pain is less intense, and manageable for longer periods. Thoughts easily disintegrating, either by running into a hard wall of pain or the soupy fog of memory. Not ideal, since my girlfriend and I have some weekend activities planned. Will just have to take it slow, day by day.
May we find moments of unexpected wonder and delight in our lives today!
