Goodnight friends! The Auutmn seems to belong more and more to other travellers, and not just increasingly plump squirrels. A muntjac stepped dainty and unconcerned across the path, its dun flanks melting smoothly by degrees back into the woods. Later the wide, brindled brown wings of a buzzard stooped heavily away as I rounded a bend. the backs of gulls riding cold and turbulent air seem more at home than ever, like fluttering ribbons of grey torn from the forbidding sky.
A very quiet anx uneventful day generally, mainly a kind of diffuse restfulness recovering from yesterday’s sociality, along with renewed pangs of pain from heavier, danker weather with intermittent rain.
May we find a sense of comfort and stable continuity in the direction of our lives today!
