Goodnight friends! Even colder to start, and just as glassily clear and pale, around 2°c until the hole-punch blaze of the afternoon sun began to warm the ground a little. The spindly shadows of bare trees stretched out dozens of metres. Each dip and groove and hollow was picked out by the low, slanting golden light, short streaks of frost like white spraypaint marking all the deepest furrows where the sun couldn’t reach.
A careful, leisurely recovery day from socialising yesterday, staggering out short bursts of slow activity between long rest periods. Still keeping my walks to half the duration and distance I’d become used to before the recent relapse, pacing everything out slowly and patiently. My brain a little scattered and echoey, losing track of things very easily.
May we find moments of enriching reflection and tranquility today!
Image ID: Photo of a soft empty afternoon sky with the bristly branches of a scots pine, silhouetted below and brushed with gold above, a pale crescent moon floating in the blue.
Photo of tiny jagged white pom-pons of of ice on the tips of moss fronds, broader leaves coated in a thin crusting of sugary crystals.
