Goodnight friends! A more diffuse, drowsy quality to the light, swirling clouds and even a few passages of light drizzle throughout the morning and evening. Still, 15°c and the air felt soft, maybe a touch of slight floral sweetness. The remaining trodden down fallen leaves are osseous grey and crumbling.
Slept badly and woke aching, the passing damp needling my joints with a sensation of cold that’s passing in the world outside. Needed a while to reset from the resurgent pain. A little bit of drawing, most of which ended up fizzling, into the pile of mental mulch that progress eventually grows from.
May we give time and attention to recognise and savour the passing pleasure of our daily lives today!
Image ID: Photo of a patch of grape hyacinths in bloom, spikes of tiny slacked globular purple flowers with scalloped white-edged mouths among a fountain of long, thin drooping leaves.
Photo of a pale blue sky filled with flurries and misty coils and wind-whipped rags of thin white cloud.
