Good evening friends! Bright wash of sunlight rushing across the fields, clouds and wavelets on the canal swept along by a high harsh dry wind that scrapes the skin despite relatively mild temperatures. Plump oval crocus buds swelling. Lemon flanked wagtails zip like skimmed stones down tge bank, while flurrying troupes of crimson masked goldfinches applying their plier-beaks to the dried out, spiny burdock seedpods.
Tired and low for not much immediate reason, the stuck, waiting feeling of my situation rearing up like a wall in front of me.
May we find a renewed sense of fascination and engagement with the world today!
