Good evening friends! Enfolded again by a cold, clinging blanket of grey-white clouds, gritty hum of tension in the air and a prickling caress of unshed rain on my face. Ground still creaks underfoot, or seems to slither at unexpected moments where frozen mud has been pounded dangerously flat amd slick. Fallen branches hang suspended just breaching the surface of the reservoir, locked in an embrace of ice.
Vwey lethargic and drained again today, pushing through a treacle-thick haze of pain.
May we find hope and healing today!
