Goodnight friends! Flicker stop-start of weather again. Rain might seethe softly or drum-rattle, but never settling. Sunlight punches a white blazing hole through the clouds, but all of a sudden the light is distant, sharply scorig edges but not touching. Damp stays, thick and rich and sour, on the ground. The night time temperature has dropped decisively down to the low single digits for the first time in a while.
Wincing and grunting to move around still from time to time, but much recovered in stamina and basic thinking abilities. The cold and damp of autumn is already starting to load its general painful sedating weight on me a little.
May we find our enthusiasm and appetite for absorbing, reflecting on and creating art refreshed today!
Image ID: Photo of a tightly-clustered growth of ovoid mica caps, or similar brittlestem mushrooms, erupting through grass with slender glossy tipped caramel brown caps, finely striated like folded paper umbrellas.
