Goodnight friends! A few hissing, sweeping showers, but nothing so heavy or prolonged as recent days. Mostly sharp white light from blue skies, faint warmth cut by wild, harrying winds, pelting me with tiny round lawson’s cypress cones, rattling in the linden branches until they undulated and shook together like a gold-flecked green ocean, tearing down down a significantly-sized limb from an ash tree.
Ate the last of this season’s foraged yellow cherry-plums. They’ve lasted well in the fridge, but were starting to look sad and pruney. Sour-sweet flesh still carried a bright memory of summer. Had fun at our last online TTRPG group meet up for a few weeks, next Monday a birthday and then a trip for me, probably my last significant outing of the year before the seasonal fatigue dip really kicks in.
May we make space for others to speak and be heard and appreciated today!
Image ID: Photo of dark, grooved oak branches with a patchy jigsaw of green leaves against a clear blue sky and a splash of deep coppery yellow foliage dappled with motes of light in the centre.
