Goodnight friends! Temperature toppled overnight, back down around 3°c today, made into an frigid lash by rasping, damp winds. Lawns a tangle of fallen twigs tossed about and snarled together. Fairly bright mosaic sky of smoky grey clouds tesselated with slivers of very pale blue sky. Rain came patchy and silent, in thin staticy silvered sheets.
Creatively still at a fairly low ebb, an unpleasant hollow itch. Maybe just because so much of my energy is reserved for getting along day-to-day, with the cold wet weather a constant drain plus unpredictable larger outlays and generally higher mental overhead that comes with more frequent social events.
May we find and share warmth and kindness today!
Image ID: Photo of mushrooms erupting among wet grass and fallen leaves, a densely packed stack with small rain-glossy caps a rich toasty sienna broad in the centres fading to cream at the edges, proving overall a curious resemblance to a haphazard pile of bread rolls.
