Goodnight friends! Somewhat warmer, about 5°c, but still a constant rattle or whisper of cold unceasing rain, and a chill breeze that whipped drizzle into my face and sapped the warmth from my skin, pallid fingers turning blotchy and purplish. Hawthorn twigs scaly with slippery-wet pale green lichen, moss lusciously emerald, swollen and spongy. Towers of ivy envelop trees in shaggy cloaks of dark and gleaming leaves, shapeless and gargantuan in the hazy air.
Once again struggling to sleep through aches and pains, and woke up feeling brittle, groggy and exhausted. Deep cobwebby lethargy and persistent soreness lay on me like a deadweight all day, unable to concentrate on anything for long.
May we embrace and explore our passions today!
Image ID: Photo of a lush tangle of vetch stems lined with neat pairs of rain-speckled pill shaped leaves, snared around yellowing grass stems.
