Goodnight friends! Air has the harsh, thick mineral tang of wet stone between brief silent showers. Walls Soft echoing cooing of collared doves repeating each other in a soothing endless endless echo. Chickweed and tiny vetch among the evening grass, little egrets hunched in the shadowy trees beside a pond, each white as moonlit ice, all like early stars outracing the twilight.
Not sure if I’ve reached the end of that brief feverish squall of passionate drawing, or if exercising in the heavy, clammy damp atmosphere just took the wind out of my sails for doing much of anything. Distracted, ennervated and a little sore, a not unpleasant fugue of exhaustion from having worked, and pushed through my own resistance to do it.
May we find joy in sharing and recognising the truth and letting it better guide our actions today!
