Goodnight friends! A little milder by the numbers, but raspingly cold thanks to a hard dry whetstone wind scraping the sky clear and carrying the bitter festival scent of bonfire smoke. Crows took turns teetering and tumbling on the currents. Glowing amber beech branches shook like bunting. Canal water sluiced against unfinished locks, high and brown and turbid. The swashing edge was loaded down with moss, leaves, twigs, algae, neatly sorted into bands by weight and fluidity.
Slow and laid back today, partly just drowsy, partly fatigued very quickly after aiming to get myself going with a midday walk. Stores of energy definitely not getting me very far in the cold.
May we find patience and gentleness for ourselves and each other today!
