Goodnight friends! Still sharply cool and fairly clear, more dim passages but no towering dark slate clouds. Light slowly throbs, rippling and flattening across meadow and woodland slowly being dappled with spreading droplets of colour. Ground elder spreading between the trees, bristly yellow pom-pon blobs of dandelions beginning to appear in the grass, the fruit-sweet, fuzzy scent of currant blossoms jointing the lighter, more syrupy smell of hawthorn.
Mostly jus a post-exercise rest day, exhausted but not so much the ghastly, bloodless stupor of fatigue, just the feeling of having pushed my body and experiencing the not entirely unpleasant weight of it pushing back. Creativity still feels like a dry well, partly I think a long-lingering anhedonia and lack of general excitement.
May we deepen our sense of compassion for ourselves and each other today!
