Goodnight friends! Recuperating fairly slowly, stretches and a walk, and periods of uninspired drawing, but needing extended stretches of quiet, undemanding time in bed. Too swimmy and sedated to really feel much itch to be doing more.
Soggy vague wet light beneath a rumpled bedsheet sky, no sense of colour or of time passing. Scots pines muted to the hues of smoke, bare larches looming in the murk, bristling with stark stiff twigs.
May we find a renewed sense of purpose and excitement to work towards the lives we hope for today!
