Goodnight friends! A little warmer, and a little brighter, cloud cover heavy but pale and impermanent, translucent in places giving way to patches of soft duck’s egg blue. Thin lines of dispersing contrails lit up by sluggish apricot afternoon light like strands of spider silk caught in a sunbeam. A single reckless half-blooming stalk of a daffodil, a hopeful antenna of spring.
Too stuffed up and dozy feeling for judo, swallowing fine but sinuses heavily blocked up, a slow, but hopefully steady receding tide of symptoms. A short walk knocked me out for a little while, but not too much more than I’d expect.
May we recognise our failures and mistakes as pathways, often necessary ones, to growth and learning today!
Image ID: Photo of bare earth where drifted leaves have been raked away, with a variety of pale sprouting seedlings – a stiff, tight crowded spike-headed cluster as well as lax, coily spiralling tendrils tipped with round leaves – emerging, all vivid green at the tip fading to white where they emerge from the soil.
