Goodnight friends! A date evening again, writing with my sleeping girlfriend’s warm arm flung seatbelt-fashion across my belly, cozy and content despite aches of exhertion and cooling weather. The moving date is accelerating towards me now, things going right or wrong at a chaotic clattering pace, everything seeming at least half way on track.
A more vague and shifting day, periods of glassy brightness that speckled woodland floors with molten-bright droplets, and interludes of pale hourless gloom. Throughout though there’s a new taste of deepening chill on the air, the wind tasting hard and rough.
May we find a deeper and more confident sense of our capacity to succeed, and to live well with and learn from failure today!
