Goodnight friends! Already this latest brief radiant interlude seems to be closing up, grey clouds piling in from all quarters, soft and implacable. Yesterday’s winds have died down, leaving air that still smells of stone, now mingling with the sour-sweet half floral scent of cut grass mouldering in piles. A low gibbous moon hangs just above the rooftops, yellow as dry straw.
Still feeling the wear and woozy mental strain from dealing with the boiler, and didn’t sleep too well either. My day revolved mainly around some light exercise, but after a few hours of recovery I managed to make decent progress on a whimsical craft project I’ve been working on too.
May we find and grow rewarding relationships today!
