Goodnight friends! Whispers of overnight rain and a fairly still, chilly changeless day, with a sky the almost colourless threadbare grey of worn out laundry. More shoots and buds, neat round satellite dish leaves of petty spurge, speartip flowers lunging up with such force they sometimes spear through rather than shoving aside the half-dry leaf litter.
Fairly exhausted day, slow recovery from exertion in the cold. Fortunately though I strongly felt the gifts of my past self and my girlfriend, friends and family, appreciating the aids for mobility and comfort, the meals I couldn’t have prepared alone, the general feeling of safety in the spaces I’m able to move through while I’m feeling worn down.
May we find sparks of creativity and excitement in our lives today!
