Good morning friends! Tiny telltale droplets too fine to be dew and the last faint silvery outlines on leaves heaped up in deep shade told of a frost just vanishing into mist. Heavy amber light laid a long golden path on the water of the reservoir. Everything held in fossil stillness except the gulls, their titanium wings honey-dyed as they squalled and whooped and battled for bread.
Managed to get a little done on top of exercise yesterday, which makes stillness this rest day all the more important I think.
May we honour and hold strongly to our principles today!
