Goodnight friends! Some days are mainly just an attempt to keep rolling along, hoping to meet a gentle downward slope somewhere up ahead. The timeless soft smothering grey has returned along with a thickening prickly pall of damp, so the day went by in a relentlessly sluggish rush, changeless half-hours passing between blinks. I managed to get through a workout, and I still have a sliver of drawing momentum carrying me forward, so I’m feeling more accomplished and content than that gloomy precis makes me sound.
Slow cold simmer of tension as potential rain gathers, a slow, uncertain indrawn breath. Even the gentlest winds taste cold and earthy now, but still with the trailing sweetness of vetch and meadow peas.
May we find a deeper sense of confidence and belief in our own current value and potential for growth today!
