Goodnight friends! A leisurely, slightly dazed rest day, time slipping away easily with the sensation, though it seems like not much of the evidence, of productivity. Drawing and writing, but more the kind of edge-tidying busywork of wanting to work but not having much stamina or mental capacity to spare.
The first round of blackberries coming to full sweet ripeness today, dark sweetness exploding, tiny droplets of voluptuous royal purple on my shirt. Stuffiness returning, another heavy gloomy lid of cloud cover already sliding over from the west. The mournful, grating cries of geese overhead tightly arrayed in long, sharp arrowhead formations, like the first rusty creaking of a great grey gate between ebbing summer and swelling rain-swollen autumn.
May we find stalwart support and companionship today, and find chances and ways to offer that support to others!
