Goodnight friends! Bullrushing gusts that rattle the upright whipstave stems of young willow trees like windchimes, and tear fleeting shreds of blue out of a mostly flat, eerily blank pale sky, the kind of very pale grey that seems more colourless that white. Heightening sense of pressure and greasy tension in the air. Acidly savoury-smelling beds of wild garlic spread and spread, covering broad swathes of riverbank and hollow.
A mild backlash of aches and pains from a busy day yesterday, sat up in bed until mid-afternoon when I felt somewhat recovered. Still able to do a little drawing, nothing resolved but I felt like I could put at least a little of my mind into it.
May we find a sense of resolve and confidence in our decisions and capacities today!
