Goodnight friends! Cooler, but still warm enough to be unpleasantly humid in the dense, grimy atmosphere. Wan, slightly hazy light that gave me the feeling of never being able to ipen my eyes quite wide enough. Even when it wasn’t raining the air was saturated, pin-prickling against my skin at every step. Bedraggled stems of hawkbit seedheads hanging brown and limp. Green conkers ever more stark and acidic-bright as leaves curl and shrink to rust-coloured scraps.
A nerve-wracking touch of indigestion today, the feeling of never being able to take a breath quite deep enough, maybe brought on or exacerbated by the sudden swelling of pain the last few days. A slow cyclical pulse of aches and deflating collapses of energy. I think a lot of this is just habituation, the yearly process of having to adjust my tolerance and expectations, patience and care.
May we find tools to understand ourselves more deeply, and williness to change and grow today!
Image ID: Photo of a cascade of golden and coppery linden leaves at the end of a branch drooping down from the green canopy above, ash and laburnum trees behind it against a dull, flat whitish sky.
