Good afternoon friends! Wind hasn’t slackened, still sandpapering my skin but now full of the bitterness of raindrops stinging like gravel. Silty, paralysing greyness is back already, no sense of morning or evening until the sudden purple-black pall of early night silently enveloping me now.
Sleep schedule has slowly crumbled in the past few weeks–partly unmoored by the gathering dark, partly because I’ve found a little drawing energy bubbling up late in the day.
May we find new connections, and deepen and nourish those we have today!
