Goodnight friends! Today was the kind of autumn day that never fully wakes up, the daylight stays pallid & rheumy as if you're never quite managing to clear the sleep from your eyes. Although the clouds are thick they seem high up, & a bitter wind is rolling & whooping around under that great vault.
The angst of the season is still getting to me, & nothing quite engages my attention or satisfies, an unscratchable winter itch.
May we find succour from our grief today, & chances to begin anew!