Goodnight friends! The wind that has been bustling and snarling around had run of the place today, bright and rough and giddy, not damp but tasting of storms, flexing poplars like reeds. Snowdrops quivered. Clouds scattered and gambolled, light and shadow flickering across the graveyard as if the sun were a vastly guttering candle. After dark more clouds piled in on the fitful gusts, and hard but sporadic rain rapped against windows.
Definitely feeling fresher, though aching joints are a nagging half-remembered source of drag and I still run myself down very fast in a frustrating wintery way. TTRPG group was fun, though we’ll be a little bit stop and start for a while more as members have travel commitments.
May we renew and strengthen our bonds of community and connection today!
Image ID: Photo of the glossy foliage of a cherry laurel, big, broad sun-washed lanceolate leaves with stiff yellow-green ribs, a few pale, scaly curling buds emerging among them.
