Good evening friends! Smooth, vast featureless blue skies, long shadows spilling like runneling ink away from the cool but dazzling sun. A touch of frost made the morning a silvery bowl of frosted glass, and lent a lingering glitter that made the ground springy in the shade, and hardened wormcasts into crunchy little pebbles.
Slept better than ususal, and felt quite springy myself. I used most of that up before lunch on a workout that felt much better than last week, and I got through more or less in one go. Restful day after that, hoping some of this bouyancy outlasts a few clear days and lets me get into some creative practise.
May we allow ourselves to flow and fluctuate, not holding our supple organic selves to mechanistic standards today!
