A cool misty day, perfect for writing, reading and losing any sense of time.
A resting sort of day between weeks of uncertainty and a hecic couple of days.
Now that jury duty is over I feel as of I can start planning for my December Surge retreat.
Looking at how dry the ground is under the lush disguise and hoping the same won’t be true of my writing in the cave tonight.
Back home and grateful for my life after the sobering reality of the court.