Goodnight friends! Sky a crumpled slate grey, riven with ragged, writhing white seams of sunlight, dropping below 20°c gpr the first tiem in a while. Wind tugs and buffets and makes a fitfully drowsing beast of the meadows seedhead hackles rise and fall and hiss against each other.
Tiredness feels like it’s smoothing itself out a little, far fewer jolts of deep lancing pain. Trying to keep myself carefully occupied enough not to go fall into a restless fugue, but not so much as to wear myself out again and fall back into the millrace.
May we find spaces of inspiration, nurturing challenge and growth today!
