Goodnight friends! A too-familiar soupy ghost grey start, but the constant chill wind of the last few days blew more favourably and roiling sweeps of cloud were mounded together into bouldery masses of distinct cumulus each crowned with a hazy blush of gold. Broad-winged herons stammered in flight like string-cut marionettes, caught by particularly vicious gusts. The reflected wiry silhouettes of trees spring-coil and rebound in agitated water.
Easier in my body today, some time spent on conscious stillness yesterday and a drier, brighter atmosphere combining. Able to savour the outdoors and feel like rest was more than an inevitable draggng penalty for the slightest action.
May we truly listen to each other and work to further understand the broad range of human experience today!
