Goodnight friends! Essex skippers and other little orange butterflies dance and rove through sibillant meadows, slender probosces caressing the filigree architecture of thistles. The competing high thready hum of Roesel’s bush cricket and clockwork ticking bursts of common green grasshoppers seem to render the bubbling, tense mounting warmth directly into an audible form. Fortunately cloud cover is still not overwhelming despite the steaminess of the atmosphere, the forecast cloudburst possibly being pushed back a day. Tonight’s moon is nearly full and extraordinary, bright and the hot pale amber of a droplet of molten glass.
Hard going doing much exercise in this humidity, and I’m still not 100% up to the volume of work I was doing before the last relapse, even in ideal conditions. I sweated through a few sets and counted myself satisfied, feeling like attempting too much more would have laid me low with a headache. Whiled away most of the rest of the day, exhausted and distracted but feeling contented by the effort.
May we find a deeper appreciation for our past selves, however imperfect, and recognise the difficulties and obstacles we’ve overcome today!
