Goodnight friends! A little cooler, whisps of cloud braiding and thickening to a caul suggestive of heavier weather to come, blaze of a full moon smothered in a silver-rimmed haze. Song thrush high in the evening trees, clear piercing voice effortlessly running through melody after melody as if to populate the whole woodland by itself.
Got successfully through some exercise, but felt very weary the rest of the day, slightly feverish at times. I don’t think it’s a reverberation of the still-so-recent relapse, just a more common lull in the rhythm of days.
May we find confidence in our inner voice and sense of purpose today!
