Goodnight friends! A little morning brightness, but quickly swallowed up by a low-hanging grey cave ceiling of mottled cloud that soon set to raining. A thin, soundless static haze of drizzle that sapped colour and warmth and spread a dim mat of sparkles everywhere.
Recovering from yesterday’s picnic outing, and feeling my limbs grind and smoulder from the damp. A little of drawing, which I’m glad of because of how hard It’s been to work up any momentum recently, but otherwise feeling very slow.
May we find a sense of momentum, purpose and progress in our lives today!
