Goodnight friends! Sky more mutable, but often dull and silty, drifting layers of pale grey shot through with thin blue bands. Thick, sharply woody crushed fruit smell of damp leaves and berries and furtively swelling fungus. Bird droppings pale purple from the glut of blackberries. Afternoon was a long sullen mutter of rain, and my energy crumpled down like sodden cardboard for a while. Managed to perk up a little for our evening TTRPG group, which might be returning to regularity with summer adventures over.
May we allow our thoughts and feelings to flow evenly and gently today, without grasping or pushing away!
Image ID: Photo looking along an avenue of linden trees with higgledy-piggledy rows of gravestones trailing away beyond trunks surrounded by a swash of yellow and orange fallen leaves, the sun a blue-white blur piercing green and gold canopies.
