Goodnight friends! Back up around 20°c, fairly muggy and cloud-lidded to start, though the tense enclosing feeling of constently imminent rain has dissipated for now. A gentle breeze stretched amd scraped and scoured the sky bit by bit, until by mid afternoon we had a few brilliant passages of blue ink shadows undulating beneath the trees like light on fish scales. Tarry scent of wet earth, leaves whisper crisply underfoot, grey squirrels spring in rubber ball arcs.
Energy relatively even, despite somewhat rocky sleep. I feel like I accomplished a few useful or interesting little activities, including folding a bunch of zines for an event at the end of the month, and my stamina slowly faded away rather than crashing into a sudden wave of pain and exhaustion.
May we find renewed joy and excitement in creativity and collaboration today!
Image ID: Photo of thorny grey bramble canes tipped by shrivelled blackberries, druplets puckered and dry like miniscule purple raisins, crowned by parchment stars of calyxes and ragged threads of dessicated stamens.
