Goodnight friends! Post-exertion malaise lingering a long time, I still feel a heavy extra load of fatigue from a few hours of socialising on Friday. A vague discouraging thought that nothing feels worth the clinging, painful price I have to pay for doing it. This is the more insidious side of how cold weather affects me, not just the intensity but the trailing duration of exhaustion increasing.
A grey start, thick and clammy, that cleared gradually over the day as high winds knocked ash leaves from the trees, clouds of reckless butterflies. By the first syrupy pink glow of sunset around half past 4 the sky had the soft, cloudy mottled blueness of a frozen pond on a bright day. Leaves beginning to crisp up and crackle like the spitting first heat of a kindling fire.
May we find a deeper and more compassionate understanding of our thoughts and feelings today!
