Goodnight friends! Real feeling of wintery chill, breath pluming long and dense and silver, fierce little pangs of pain running across my fingers as if they’re being roughly scrubbed by the cold air. A few passing hours of gloomy clouds, even a threat of snow in the early afternoon, but mostly the thin, icy breeze was enough to keep the sky very clear. Light sharp and distant from the half-hearted straw yellow sun, barely showing itself over the trees to paint shadowplay pictures of bare branches on red brick walls.
A fairly standard recovery day, long creaky hours in bed and a faintly dizzy, floaty feeling of dislocation that came and went hour by hour. Struggling to do much of anything, or to keep my somewhat improved sleep schedule, both extremely expected but a little dissatisfying.
May we find a renewed sense of delight and wonder at the world around us today!
Image ID: Photo of bare linden and poplar trees against a pale blue evening sky blushing peach along the horizon, uppermost spidery limbs stained firey orange by the opposing setting sun, deepening downward to rusty crimon.
