Goodnight friends! A below zero morning, temperature never rising above low single digits all day. Several flurries of thick windblown snow, pattering noisily on ruddy brown leaves and shallow, rapidly caking drifts. Bare black treetops knit together until the whole pale sky seems like one great cracked mirror pane reflecting the snowy meadows.
Dulled and sedated by wet and cold, every sigIficant movement comes with a choked, desparate forced feeling like restarting a flooded engine. Thoughts clear for brief periods and I’m drawing a little, and managing to take short walks again, but mostly staying sat up in bed just to stay as warm as I can.
May we allow our thoughts and feelings to flow gently through us today, neither grasping nor pushing away!
