Goodnight friends! A humid, flat overcast day, the same eerie immobile timelessness of stuffy grey air. Like any other day, unique surprises and charms stood out in greater relief against a flattened backdrop. Sharp squealing cry and rapid pumping sickle-winged flight of a parakeet zipping overhead. Whistling, babbling radio chatter of a passing starling flock high in the poplar crowns.
Flet very flat and exhausted today. At first thought I might have lapsed back into a cold, or caught another, but the rough scratchy tickle in my throat had a different quality, and I recalled how talkative we were yesterday. The damp and fatigue from extra exertion really weighed on me, spent a lot of time just lax and drifting, gently half-dissociating from fatigue.
May we find peace and replenishment today!
Image ID: Photo of a flight of darkly silhouetted starlings at rest on the tips of the highest twigs of a poplar tree, sparse leaves a dull sienna against a flat, papery pale grey sky.
