Goodnight friends! Kept up for a few hours over the clocks changing here by the half shrieking, half melodic yowling of a fox in front of my flat. Overnight it grew heavy and damp, and the grim, greasy grey skies persisted all day. The still-bare woods and roiling ashen clouds have an impression of autumn, but even with a brusque wind it was still just about 10°c, even at its grimness, and there were yellow sparks of gorse flowers among the prickles.
A mix of activity and recovery, trying to lightly hold a balance in favour of relaxation and inactivity without falling into a full rubbery laxity that makes me feel helpless and gloomy. A short walk in a nearby park with a friend, a few gentle stretches.
May we find and grow in patience and gentleness today!
