Goodnight friends! Clouds flickering and swirling by overhead, occasionally overcast but only very briefly, generally bright and clear and cold. Around 4°c, the windchill hitting like the clinging, searing sensation of grasping frigid metal. Harsh, rich smell of woodsmoke and bitter alcohol tang of cold decay. Tough little soil-speckled green tendrils of chickweed and crane’s-bills still sprouting on sheltered slopes that catch a little sun.
Confidence slowly growing again, managed another short walk without a heavy backlash. I think my aim for the next few days isn’t to keep building on these gains, but to maintain or even let them ebb a little during the holiday period social exertion, let things even out and feel reliable before I push further. A small, low key dinner with my girlfriend this evening, before a somewhat busier and more social get together at her place tomorrow.
May we find, and share, gentleness and compassion today!
Image ID: Photo of a bright azure sky with a few bare, spindly dark treetops and a swirling scatter of faintly striated white clouds.
Photo of fallen oak leaves among spiky green grass, raking light falling across stark veins, grey, almost pixellated cells of mottling across the pale ochre flesh, and a few small speckled blisters of common spangle galls.
