Goodnight friends! Blustering again, and an earthy bitter damp taste to the wind. Warm enough that the canal is thoroughly unfrozen, slopes around it thick with crocus buds and the ever-lengthening blue speartips of baffodils.
An unclear sagging, clinging weariness, probably in some part due to redoubling gathering clouds and a tense prickling of heavy, wet air. Not much time upright, let alome creative stamina or spark. Mainly doing my best to mark time gently and do what I can to keep myself as healthy and able to make use of energy when next I have some.
May we find a deeper recognition of oursleves, our needs and our abilities today!
