Good afternoon friends! Back to grimy ditchwater grey already – streams all glutted, a sluicing roar of brown water sweeping away water pennywort and the sound of the rain. Even as the weeping willows lose the last of their leaves their thin, pendulous yellow branches still sway and shine dimly through the haze.
Still buoyed by that slight swell of relief from yesterday that let me have a few hours of activity and get a few extra hours of sleep, everything feels in slightly better balance.
May we learn and grow today!
