Goodnight friends! Soupy indigo grey, alternating between a heavy, mildly hazy atmosphere and abrasive wind that shook straggling leaves from the beeches. Ashes are bare already save shaggy clumps of their pointed keys, fallen foliage trodden and mouldered down into a thin, scabby, slimy black layer. Little pinprick flowers, deadnettles and wild mustard, still raise their heads along field edges.
Mostly a low key recovery day, glowing but a bit tired after my girlfriend’s visit. A little drawing and writing, but still lingering cobwebs of a cold that make me reluctant to try much exercise, though I’m tentatively stretching a little at least.
May we listen patiently and thoughtfully, recognising how much we have to learn today!
