Good evening friends! Unusual for me to dream much – or at least to recall any – but I was troubled overnight both by soreness from rain and by uncertain, crowded images of violence and imprisonment. Both left their own distinct uncomfortable pall over a day that’s otherwise been pleasant enough, if mainly a slow time of rest.
Thankfully the morning had cleared up considerably. Bright but harsh-edged winds made for a dry, vibrantly mobile atmosphere that caught my heart up into my throat and whipped clouds into dizzying contrasts of gold and blue-black and delicately inscribed geometries.
May we find drive and ambition to improve ourselves today!
