Goodnight friends! Wind hushed and clouds redoubled, a low rippling sky of dappled greys, seamless except for pale silver slivers of sunset along the horizon. The occasional ghostly prickle of damp air just on the verge of forming rain. Stippled splashes of colour from the ragworts, but otherwise the feeling of quietude and dullness, along with the flat, constant 18°c gave the day a feeling of stasis.
Meandering and drowsy. Heavy droning ache in my body, radiating through my limbs the the blurry hum of a tuning fork, intensifying again. Hopping between activities when I could, not achieving much but just for the distraction.
May we find rest and recovery today!
Image ID: Photo of a wide-throated, bright white bindweed flower, a deep and finely pleated trumpet with a creamy centre.
