Goodnight friends! Cold and hazily pale again, light spread thin and distant across the sky. Fat raindrops falling in sparse undecided clusters. Mugwort and willowherb leaves beginning to palsy and wither, while the trailing ellipsis edges of pennywort mats thin and yellow on the streams. Oil-dark, hook-billed cormorant heads emerge from oily black water like living extensions of the reservoir.
Felt like I was on a slightly more even keel today and more attuned to feeling out the uncertain boundaries of an Autumnal rhythm, able to parcel out bouts of activity and necessary stillness a little more sensibly. Hoping tomorrow I’ll be able to exercise as normal and just bracket out time more gently around it.
May we find ways to support the happiness of our friends and comrades today!