Good evening friends! Harsh, skin scraping sub-0°c temperatures most of the day, grass frost-silvered and the sky wreathed thickly in fog until past midday. Glassy white cobwebs, catkins shaggy with crystal spines, ivy leaves each painstakingly outlined in minute thorns of ice.
Despite waking fatigued and numbed little by cold I couldn’t resist heading out for a walk, drawn by the romance of the mist. Not much strength left for the day after that, bundled myself up and recovered for a few hours. Managed to rally somewhat to write a bit and stretch later on, so I feel relatively fulfilled overall.
May we find renewed inspiration and fellowship through sharing and collaboration today!
