Goodnight friends! Thick atmosphere, ripe with the wet straw scent of cut grass drying slowly in warm sodden air, and the slightly chemical tang of wet pavement as puddles evaoprated. Not much rain but coughs of distant thunder, becoming rockslide rumbles and fading away again. The sky above towering and ink dark indigo while afternoon sunlight gave a glinting pastel luminance to the trees, as if a bright summer theatrical scene were being played in front of the wrong matte painting.
Really tired out and bleary again after another night of broken sleep, the pressure grinding in my joints and stealing my focus with sharp jolts of hot-and-cold pain. Recovering slowly from small tasks, watched a bunch of TV, but getting small bits of household work taken care of.
May we find rest and healing today!