Goodnight friends! Even chillier today, a wintery, bitterly metallic-tasting cold. The rumoured snow came, not dense or sticky but as sparse little fluttering flecks of half-hail that gradually fattened into wet shapeless globs, falling for about an hour from a sky that was mostly still full of hard cool light. Struggles for space and attention on the reservoir, mallard males clinging watchfully ever closer to females, coots in furious jousting matches of flared wings that end with squalling and spume and frantic bicycle kicking from their great long flanged feet.
Not too many aches and pains despite exercise, cold, and curious weather – a leisurely rest day, able to rest because it feels right to make it part of my rhythm, not just because of urgent need.
May we find a sense of agency and purpose in our lives today!
