Goodnight friends! Sandpaper-cold and swirling, glowering avalanche skies, clouds clashing and rolling and flattening against each other like tumbling lumps of lead. In the late afternoon a sudden sweeping change and evening came on expansive and still, spotless duck egg blue as if a curtain had been drawn. Shaken and buffeted but not dissuaded little batallions of speartip daffodil shoots, starbursts of bittercress thrust their way up through wet soil.
Another dizzying, confusing day of househunting, a little less demoralising than some previous outings. With slow experience of this particular kind of puzzle I’m gradually recognising some of its contours and becoming less uncomfortable letting them slide past.
May we find hope and healing today!
