Goodnight friends! Hectic passing rain showers again, nothing settled, everything in a wildly swaying tension of warmth and cold, fair and heavy weather. At least one short squall of thickly splattering sleet like urgent fingers slapping at the windows, casting wide wet blurs across the glass. In between the scattered sweeping sunlight is beautiful, falling in golden flecks through the ragged domes of sycamore maples with their long hanging chandeliers of small green flowers.
Little sparks of energy and creativity today in between periods of ache and lethargy – ideas bubbling up through the fog even if half-formed and hard to cling on to long enough to actualise. I try to fillbup pages with loose looping notes, some things to possibly return to, more just to record for myself that I’m still working and thinking as much as I can.
May we find determination to believe in and pursue justice today!
