Goodnight friends! Hushed and windless atmosphere, clouds milky think and still. Drizzle making it’s presence felt more concretely, not heavy or loud but a persistent whispery tick-tick-tick and a pale curtain of static in front of the trees. With the buttercups and daisies fading this grey week feel like a boundary between different passages of summer, the floral swell, the lengthening days and first crescendo now over and overspilling waves of darkening green gathering to take its place.
A fitful night thanks to the damp and my still generally wonky schedule, so a bleary, dizzied start. I managed a fairly long walk after the air dried a little and my mobility felt improved. Monday evening TTRPG group going strong, a nice social break in the rhythm of days when I have to spend wasted-feeling hours recovering from eating or stretching or moving around.
May we allow ourselves to name our needs and take up space today!
Image ID: Photo of a bundle of hanging laburnum seedpods, pale, velvety silvery green and undulating into columns of discrete rounded swells like edamame pods.
Photo of a patch of fading ox-eye daisies, their domed round yellow centres dulling on drooping stalks, long white petals hanging withered and lax.
