Goodnight friends! A greasy, silty purplish grey sky, flat and unwelcoming. A soft haze of mist was a kind of sticky blurring of vision in the daytime, but after dark light crept and trickled between trees in slow smoky orange rays, sparkling faintly on wet grass.
Feeling hot and cold in flashes, extea sore and weak. The lingering rough sting of being strangled at judo has been creeping up my neck the past few days – I thought nothing of it for a while, since if I don’t habituate myself a little I feel constantly on the edge of a little cough. Today though there was a definitive change in sensation, as it moved up into the back of my throat. Bad luck, it seems it now has, in fact, overlapped with a cold of some kind. It’s become more likely as I hang out with more people in the flesh. It remains to be seen if this is just a light passing thing or a full-blown illness ramping up.
May we find a sense of gentle acceptance and awareness of our presence in the world, as part of the world today!
Image ID: Photo of straggling, twiggy bare treetops against a murky grey sky, to the left the dense, drooping whippy crown of a birch, to the right the angular, spare forking branches of a hawthorn.
