Goodnight friends! Wind less blustery and insistent, clouds stilled to a uniform overhanging celluloid grey seamed by bright white threads. 14°c and damp-feeling with pale, thin washed out light. Not the kind of dullness though that washed out all brightness – flowers seemed especially luminous, and the dappled cinnamon fur or a bold sinewy fox flashed among the tired green.
Even the fairly slow-paced exercise and unpacking I did yesterday seems to have hit me pretty hard, staticky unpredictable twinges of pain and a leaden, flattened feeling that only started to dissipate somewhat in the evening. Still, it is starting to fade, so it feels more like typical exhaustion than relapsing.
May we find, and grant each other, warmth and acceptance today!
