Good evening friends! Woke late after fitful sleep, grateful for the trickle of warmth from my electric underblanket, especially once I opened the curtains and saw a patchy sugar crust of early snow on the grass. Felt a little better after yesterday’s enforced rest, though I still crash fast and recover slow from bouts of even gentle activity.
Wind still rough and bitterly cold, roaring in my ears, carrying the sharp, flat taste of ice. Clay-brown water creeping up over the banks of streams, clotted by drifts of leaves and broken branches. The reservoir is craggy and wild, furrowed by little waves and each in turn creased and crumpled with tiny wavelets, like a dark, twitching wrinkled hide. Clouds thick but swift and tattered, fugitive shadows surging and fading.
May we find moments of restful ease and calm today!
