Goodnight friends! Gloomier and slightly colder, but the sky is still broad and with long intervals between showers. Long undulating silvery scars mark the edges of looming clouds where a little clear light still breaks through. A few white snow crocuses, which sometimes seem a little more tentative than the purple or yellow varieties, are just beginning to open, their bundled golden stamens blazing like lightbulb filaments. Cream-coloured wild primrose buds shelter among the crumbling debris of autumn beneath their rough-skinned leaves. Birdsong in greater variety, longer notes and more insistent, melodic peeping.
Energy wavering a little, waking up groggy after sleep disturbed by grinding, chilly aches overnight but feeling in better shape by slow degrees, shaking off some of the foggy, concussed sensation. Took a walk fairly confidently in the early afternoon and managed to get back into my stretching routine before dinner, then reconvened with the online TTRPG crew.
May we collaborate and build on our shared passions and inspirations today!
Image ID: Photo of the sky full of swirling plumes of cloud, mostly deep, dark blueish-grey with a broad liquid slash of bright white above the slender black spike of a church spire half-hidden among shaggy silhouetted trees.
