Goodnight friends! My scheme of writing my diary earlier is already stumbling a little, a lot of this because I spent a lot of the day either a little dazed, recuperating from exercise yesterday, or excitedly IMing my girlfriend making plans to meet up tomorrow. Progress isn’t linear, after all.
Greyer again, wind tremulous and dewy. Clammy warmth and closeness make it feel hotter than it is, even at night, and my knees are aching from the damp. Long peapods on the Scots broom, fuzzy with silvery down, and the first brilliant pink motes of willowherb blazing among the wild grass.
May we find the courage and tenderness to be open and honest with each other about our anxieties and concerns today!