Goodnight friends! 28°c and a slow-baked dusty perfume of warm stone and drying flowers in the air. One of those days that tastes of summer and autumn at once, the seasons bleeding into each other like watercolours – reminding me afresh how often the borders and divisions we make are like static dreams we try to impose on the flowing, waking wold. Sky a pale, filmy duck egg blue during the day, gradually thickening as the afternoon became more humid toward a dense dirty white.
A similar groggy yet active feeling as yesterday, pain spiking in tge evening and decent sleep a constant wearing struggle. Not feeling so good overall witl lingering fatigue ad my joints blaring from the throb of changing pressure, but with periods of productivity where a slightly trance-like absorption and focus gives me respite from my body.
May we find a sense of balance and secure stability in our lives today!
Image ID: Photo of a very pale blue sky, veiled by broad misty sweeps and fragmented stippled layers of high-up white cloud.
Photo of twigs bearing a cluster of bright green, ping pong ball sized, spiky horse-chestnut seed capsules among shrivelling rust red leaves.
