Goodnight friends! Fickle and shifting weather again, about 20°c but feeling very different hour by hour. Damp and muggy or fresh and summery, sandy scent of dry soil or a muddy, almost seaside rankness of slow decay. Sometimes still and clear, the flight of every pigeon casting a sharp abrupt shadow across the grass, other times poplars shook like wild horse manes, long licheny branches cracked and tumbled. Afternoon brought rain, falling thickly but not hard, and seeming strangely slow as each droplet shone with silvery light.
Slept a bit better, but still a heavy, general sense of exhaustion and malaise, joint aches not letting up either. A haze of low level pain short-circuiting my thinking, so drawing or writing was much harder to keep track of.
May we find space for healing and recovery today!
Image ID: Photo of a graveyard overhung by an ash tree, foliage ablaze with transmitted light, and bordered by a tall dark hedge of lawson’s cypress, a dense curtain of suspended raindrops silvery specks in the bright air among the gravestones of grey, black and pink stone.
