Goodnight friends! A vibrant azure start, a hint of warmth even in sun spilling rhrough the curtains, but heavier and cooler and more dour as the hours rolled on. Like yesterday, clouds of starlings rose up into the dusk in a flurry of pinging electric cries, black motes not enough for a murmuration but still half-smothering the gravid moon.
Cold and fatigue, and lingering exhaustion from exercising shortened and flattened out my day, as if I were scrubbing away with the last fading dregs of yesterday’s paint. A muted empty feeling, without many resources, mental or physical, to reorient myself.
May we find moments of unexpected delight and inspiration today!
