Goodnight friends! A soft, even 12°c, clouds in soft white geologic piles sliced through by white dazzle of sunlight. Swathes of crocuses, hundreds of goblet flowers beginning to droop and sag on their thin white stems, all lit up like paper lanterns. Fresh grass trembling tongues of green flame. Honey drips of late afternoon light stain dull brown and orange bricks in furnace hues.
Not hugely productive but again able to jigsaw together a decent range of functionality. Felt able to happily leave the windows cracked open for a few hours at a stretch, for the first time in a long time. Switching gears with the TTRPG group, narrator duties passing on and readying for a gentler campaign in a bucolic fantasy setting.
May we find renewed confidence in our ability to face and overcome challenges today!
Image ID: Photo of squill flowers coming into bloom alongside a lax and fading snowdrop, several pale purple blooms with sixfold long, thin, slightly cupped petals and white centres, lined up vertically on a thin reddish stem.
