Goodnight friends! The kind of day where rain coming soonish a certainty, the imminent prickle of it tangible on my lip, the thrum of aeroplanes overhead seeming to borrow the throaty grind of thunder. Air feels thick and earthy, suddenly burgeoning banks of nettles add another layer of thick, menacing fuzzy scent. When it came the rain was a stolid, low key hours-long drumroll, no drama or lightning, swallowing up the afternoon and evening.
A run of creative, productive days have come to a head. Drawings from the last few days given a little polish and collated into a crude, simple 8-fold minizine that I’ll take to a little convention tomorrow. Pressing at my limits in a different way, feeling wired in a mostly good way. Pushing slowly, cautiously through the swollen, hot and cold pain of damp in my joints.
May we feel the confidence to push toward our goals today!
Image ID: Photo of a bluebell stem, bearing the last shriveled purple scraps of flowers and columns of flattened glossy green tri-lobed seedheads.
