Goodnight friends! Sky dulled again overnight, fresh puddles reflecting a low, grimy papery sky. About 4°c, the feeling of freshness dissipated by the sodden-feeling air. Bare clawed branches studded by tight-clenched little knots of buds, but a burgeoning tide of little green rosettes amid the dark mud.
Today’s main mission was going out to a tailor’s shop nearby to get some trousers altered. As these small errands often are it was really draining for me. I have a bit of casual social interaction practice, but I still feel – I suspect even beyond being somewhere in the autism constellation – a constant lingering cognitive debt from having being near-bedbound for so long during my formative years. Everything feels painfully manual and immediate. I was struck by the sensory impressions of street life, the soft whine of electric cars, the abrupt harsh sweet fug of strawberry from a vape, how different they are than ten years ago. A feeling of displaced vertigo imagining the scent of tobacco first spilling out onto the streets, or of horse manure giving way to petrol.
May we find a sense of stability, confidence and ease in our lives today!
Image ID: Photo of a creeping buttercup leaf, closely showing details like the delicate downy fringe of minute hair-like trichomes, the deeply grooved forking veins, the divided purplish spots at the edges of the leaf where the lobes split into blunt convex points.
