Good evening friends! A little chilly overnight, but in the morning there were whispering leaf shadows undulating across our tent ceiling and it was already feeling as hot as yesterday afternoon. Not a cloudless sky, but nothing heavy or occlusive, white-gold light early piercing a broad scattering of striated vertebral plumes and gauzy polkadots. Feral scraps of sweetness and colour around the campsite, pink-tasseled spikes of rose spirea, sweetness of orange-ball trees mingling with the faint, acrid grassy scent of horse manure.
Hazy, dazed feeling of building fatigue and foggy confusion coming in tidal inundations throughout the day, low-volume leaden thud of pain suffusing my body. Enjoying the warmth, still doing small activities and nanaging decently well thanks to the inclusive support and accessibility accommodations of camp, and most importantly the support of my girlfriend.
May we find and share community and kindess today!