Goodnight friends! A slight drop in temperature, and feeling cooler than it is with a slight damp wind and pale, rippling ashen sky. Early gold flushes of autumn still very patchy along the roads, though thickets of willowherbs look like flames lapping at the trunks of heavy-laden apple trees.
A somewhat blurry day, of travelling and settling in to our weekend holiday hotel. Not too tiring physically but slowly fatiguing, filling my head to the brim with the throb and pulse of sensory overwhelm, managing the rising seasonal tide of pain outside of my usual closely-manahed context.
May we find a deeper, compassionate awareness of our own needs and limitations today!
Image ID: Photo of flat green cultivated countryside studded with shaggy trees beneath a lid of dense, rumpled grey cloud, the long slim triple blades of three geometric wind turbines sharp against the soft haze of the horizon.
