eve

The last few weeks have been exhausting, as the supply of bad news seems never-ending. I’m sick of it, but there’s little else to do besides staring at various screens. I’m getting started doing some volunteering for a food bank, which feels like a good small way to practice solidarity, but feel very powerless in the face of everything that is going wrong. I’ve started writing a novella as an ostensible distraction, but real-world things that make me anxious are bleeding heavily into it (I think it’s healthy though, just processing). To be honest I don’t have a lot of words left in me at the end of a long day, but still wanted to post some pictures from an evening walk last Saturday, a very quiet all hallows eve. Most people were probably on standby inside their houses, waiting by their TVs and computers for confirmation that they wouldn’t be able to do much else for the next few weeks. I had covid a couple of weeks ago and have made a full recovery now, so I’m enjoying long walks and feeling my lungs fill in with every breath. Strange miserable times, but at least the autumn leaves are pretty.