Goodnight friends! A little rain today, ghostly drizzle not enough to relieve the squeezing pressure or the sodden atmosphere. Acrid woody scent of extinguished bonfires and of leaf piles, matter burned or compacted into feathery crumbling darkness. Poor sleep and heaviness of pain deep in my joints. Cheered by the lustrous, complex pink flowers of my crab cactus, by the digital company and presence of friends.
May we find a renewed sense of agency and confidence to make our own decisions today!
Image ID: Photo of an avenue of linden trees seen from a canted angle, ranks of black trunks, each exploding into a tendrilled inky mass of bare branches and twigs against a dim grey sky, a few remnant leaves glow dully orange like the embers of a smothered fire.
