Goodnight friends! Grey and fitful skies and just about every available type of rain by turns – a thin fast paced fretful spit, fine pin-prick haze, slow fat sedate drops and a brief rushing, full tilt diagonal downpour that swashed in waves across windscreens. Again late afternoon provided a repose of bright, open skies drifting into evening, goldenrod, mugwort and ragwort buds all swelling in the pale slanting sunshine.
I’d harboured hopes of going to a picnic event today, but as dull as I felt in the morning yesterday, today was worse. More transient spells of complete deflation and I couldn’t muster the energy to brave the socialty or the uncertain sky. Sleep is short, fitful and bad. Thankfully I stirred a little as the sky brightened, and my girlfriend and another of her partners dropped by for a slow parade around the reservoir together.
May we find a sense of gentle acceptance and understanding for each other as well as ourselves today!
