Goodnight friends! Gloomy and fair passages in steady, mild alternation. A little colder but not too much, still in the low tens of degrees c. When flitting light captures the shivering gold leaves of the birches they spark and dance, seeming like a cascade of tumbling coins.
This very mild cold or whatever it is is frustratingly sticky, not really seeming to get worse still, thankfully, but not really any better either. Just extra run down, a raw catch in my throat and a slight sniffle. Pottered around, got a walk in, some housework, kind of in my usual pattern, just a pretty slow version of it.
May we find a sense of tranquility and patience in our lives today!
Image ID: Photo of the setting sun, a deep angry orange-red disc with its crown cut off beneath a ragged blanket of sludgy blueish grey clouds, framed between jagged half-bare black branches.
Photo of the upturned cap of a fallen mushroom, a milky white arc against green grass, finely striated by the shadowy edges of its gills.
