Goodnight friends! Clouds sinking down again, and the temperature dropping along with them, around 3°c and feeling closer to zero as bitter wet wind gusted through the bare hedges. Stubborn unshaken green of tiny vetch and bedstraw leaves.Thin early mist gave way to an oily, prickly feeling in the air and the stony smell of nearby rain building through early afternoon, when the roiling grey sky swept the first wave of diagonal droplets down onto my windows like a rattling handful of gravel. That murky half-light and clatter of raindrops lasted almost unchanged through the rest of the day.
Fortunately slept a bit better, and took a walk before things got too wet. Becoming more confident at the moment in my ability to manage and correct bouts of insomnia, despite the creaking, frigid pain radiating from my joints. Needing a lot of rest still though, long periods of grey exhaustion.
May we learn to listen more deeply with patience and open stillness today!
Image ID: Photo of tall, dark linden trees, bare and thin with whipping black tendril branches bent and combed by the wind against a flat unwholesome sour milk grey sky.
