Goodnight friends! Far milder, clouds scudding across again but paler, at a more leisurely pace. Breath not pluming in the air, sheep kick up their back legs and bump heavily into each other, pethaps restive with a faint premonition of spring. White firework flash of a rabbit’s flagged tail as it lunges away into a hedgerow.
A particular kind of leaden, numb fatigue laid heavy on me today, a vast sense of chill despite the less frigid weather and a sour feeling of agitated boredom emanating from my gut. Maybe in part just all these little extra expenditures of energy and discomforts building up, reminding me how tenuous and small my life can feel. Maybe ime to go home.
May we find new appreciation and wonder for the everyday sensations and experiences that brush against our lives today!
