Goodnight friends! Again a thickening sky hour by hour until off-white overcast skies of early afternoon were lidded by a sweeping band of rain from iron grey clouds. Being caught in a shower, the kind that follows a long smooth crescendo from hissing whisper to hoofbeat rumble feels so different when the temperature is all of a sudden nearer to 14°c than 4°c. There’s no chill sliding down the back of my neck and into my bones, the bouncing heads of snowdrops and crocuses seem sprightly rather than panicked to my eye.
A little fatigued and with a few general lingering aches, I let things drift by again at a gentle pace. Moving my body with care and deliberation, trying to re-commit to my stretching routine that became more sporadic and lax over the past few wintery months.
May we find a deeper sense of purpose and clarity in our goals and ambitions today!
Image ID: Photo of a tightly-packed patch of pale purple crocuses growing among shaggy grass, battered and bell throats knocked wide open by the force of the rain speckling their petals, revealing vibrant saffron yellow stamens within.
