Goodnight friends! Groan and low thrumming roar of wind in the trees, soft squeals of bent branches, a bruise-dark sky roiling with pondorous, forboding slowness. Ash keys rattle and fall in occasional needling showers. The bluster and bitterness of the wind made it feel very cold, but in the lee of a stand of trees the air is mild and spring-like, if staticy with the hint of coming rain. A little egret, listing and trembling against the buffeting air, cut a crisp white void across the gathering darkness of the reed beds.
Slow and low key day, many dazed shapeless passages of time, pain sharpened seemingly by the change in pressure from swollen incoming clouds. Keeping things ticking over as well as I can, trying to stay on course even when not much progress can be made.
May we make progress in overcoming anxiety and building a sense of clarity and confidence in our decisions today!
