Goodnight friends! Very flat and dim grey light, no hint of a shadow and colours tired and drained. A close and clammy 13°c in the afternoon with some stirrings of insect life, stubborn alkanet still putting forth a few puckered blue flowers, the tattered tendril petals of Autumn hawkbits clinging on. In the long black evening a thin drizzle swelled into a hissing, driving rain that sluiced though the roads on the way home from judo, every car sending up pluming curtains of water from inky puddles.
Relatively decent levels of energy as I’m keeping up my slightly-improved sleep hygiene and pacing things out quite carefully, walking less and more slowly, giving myself longer to recover. Pecking away bit by bit on my current mini-zine project, too.
May we remember the struggles we’ve overcome, and be encouraged to take on new challenges today!
Image ID: Photo of the tall, scarred and writhing trunk of a leafless linden tree, an inkblot explosion of stiff branches dividing into a scribbled chaos of wiry twigs against a dim pale grey sky.
