Goodnight friends! A drowsy day of general warm exercise aches and deliberate slowness, trying to reinforce the rhythm of conscious rest I so often lose. Aiming not to force myself to do anything quicker or more forcefully than nyhody suggested.
Multicoloured polka dots of alder leaves on dark, finely breeze-scored water, broken streak of evening sun on the wavelets like stitches of silver thread.
May we find peace and healing today!
