Goodnight friends! Clear, scraping crystalline cold, the sky deep pure indigo at its apex. In shady dips and hollows every minute drop of dew remained frozen all day as a perfect pinhead-sized glass bead, clustered together like treasure troves.
The harsh chill feels like slow grinding, crushing pressure in my joints. It took a long time for me to feel warm enough to get up and longer before I could negotiate getting dressed or eating. Thankfully, I came into myself over the afternoon and spent a gentle and restful evening cooking with my girlfriend, which gave me a feeling of purpose and cosiness.
May we find clearsighted understanding and acceptance of where we find ourselves today!
