Goodnight friends! Wind died down, so far slower transitions in the clouds and longer periods of stubborn gloom, scattered rain that left a thick, rich sour taste of mud. A spectacular basalt grey wall reared up, slowly broke and spilled over us in mid-afternoon, a stunning breathless moment where beaming bright sunlight spilled over trees and houses against a towering dark bruise backdrop. Lush croissant leaves of garlic mustard and floppy fan swathes of snowdrop foliage, luxurious and anonymously green now the flowers have faded.
A little foggy and faded by pain and insomnia again. Able to do at least fragmentary bits of what I wanted to do, so lot as everything was split into bite-size chunks and I didn’t expect too much duration or progress from myself.
May we share our desires and passions honestly with those we trust, and be met with compassion today!
Image ID: Photo of a twiggy forsythia bush, bare of leaves but with clusters of quatrefoil bright yellow flowers coming into bloom, crumpled-looking buds and long lax petals lightly speckled with raindrops.
