Goodnight friends! Wild and rattling wind, willow moans and whip-crack of snapping reeds. Gulls tremble and stutter on the air like nervous trapeze artists, but despite the roiling grey and spattering flurries of rain it feels powerfully like spring. A far different feeling all of a sudden to even wet and tumultuous weather, 15°c at the warmest, and more than that too. Willow twigs studded with pale mint green leaflets. The ferocious, brutal thrashing battles of coots on the water. Maturing heron’s bills gaining a deep, burnished orange lustre, cormorants holding their newly silver-cowled heads high and giving stacatto shrilling cries.
Dizziness swelling again, not quite so easily banished as I hoped, but still evening out enough over the day that I’m not that worried about the attack redoubling. Distracted and sore from. Another viewing lined up tomorrow, after a drought, not entirely unwelcome despite the frustration, due to a trangle of ignored calls and miscommunications.
May we find a sense of renewed joy and wonder in the sensations and experiences surrounding us today!
