Goodnight friends! Sky returning to a murky, watered-silk grey, clammy air making to feel much chillier than the thermometer’s 17°c. Enough drizzle overnight to weight a sluggish breeze down with the thick, rich sour taste of wet earth. Tapioca and dog sick slime moulds both multiplying, splitting, roving out across the grass as semi-solid mounds of globby batter clinging to grass stems as if impaled. Squirrels trip lightly between outstretched twigs looking more bare by the day. Colours of tiny chickweeds and sunburst autumn hawkbits muted by hazy, shadowless light.
Body still feeling in decent condition, and generally having felt my energy level rise for a few days, I risked going back to judo. Kept things a little slow and light, but no unusual swells of exhaustion or pain, so the recovery schedule seems to have worked fairly well – though my reaction over next few days will be the second part of the test.
May we find a renewed sense of awe and delight in coming to more deeply understand the world around us today!
Image ID: Photo of a set of pliers left on top of a gravestone, rusted through to a deep speckled patina of orange flecked with red and umber, with a ghostly stain left on the stone below and a small glossy ladybird crawling across the corroded metal.
