Good evening friends! A steady blanching simmer of 28°c, the only remnant of last night’s rain a faint damp sweetness deep beneath the hushed aqueous eaves of the trees. A soft hot dessicating wind bore the parched sugary scent of wilting flowers. Draping spikes of laurel blossom and entangling clumps of wild roses in the canopies above and the first towering domed umbrels of hogweed reaching toward them.
Muscles recovering, legs tiring easily but much steadier beneath me. Turning 37, feeling optimistic – have had a wonderful year with a lot of new and enriching experiences despite an underlying sense of instability, hopefully coming to a close soon.
May we treat each other and ourselves with gentleness and release ourselves from rigid, arbitrary expectations today!
