Goodnight friends! Below freezing for much of the day, frost lingering even where long fingers of gold sliced down between the trees. Quartzy prickles on the grass, ice atop ice, grown to over a centimetre long in places. I saw a curious bird flying fast and straight, dark against the glassy, scaldingly blue sky, with sickle wings and a long tail. It gave a hard metallic rise-and-fall two tone cry several times as it whipped overhead.
Dogged by a soporific looming weight of fatigue, recovering slowly and struggling to find time and energy to stretch or do any creative work. The cold like an implacable hand pressing and squeezing and crushing me downward. A lot of time in bed, feeling idle and muddled, slightly blue but mostly able to stay tranquil when I surface enough to feel present.
May we find moments and people to feel grateful for today!
