Goodnight friends! A grey, simmering, wet-feeling day, pressure gradually sinking beneath a heavy concrete lid of flat dark clouds. At last, like a single long exhausted exhalation there was a brief breathy fall of afternoon rain, hard but thin. The warmth and dry soil of summer meant when I got outside an hour or so later the drenching seemed almost forgotten, the thick earthy smell almost faded and a stray droplet in the lingering gold goblet of a meadow buttercup one of the few direct signs it had ever happened.
Body feeling easier again, general malaise feels returned to baseline and the stiff threads of sore muscles quieting down. A bit more writing, using TTRPG reading and prep as an extra impetus to kee myself broadly on a reduced activity schedule. My recovery has been encouraging enough that I’m feeling cautiously up for a small party tomorrow, one I had been reticent about saying yes to after feeling a little beat up for much of July.
May we find joy and excitement in learning more about each others’ passions today!
Image ID: Photo of four ice white cyclamen flowers emerging from rusty-coloured leaf litter, brown stems curiously arcing up, over and down into the centre of downward-facing cinquefoil blooms, upswept twisted petals giving a screw propellor-like effect.
