A Sunday of incredible sun, of shaded relief, of gentle breezes on sweaty skin. Of polo with the crew.
Plans are in motion, ambitions wax and wane, restfulness clashes with productivity, and life continues.
Short of words tonight, to say the least. Summertime is in its thickest, and I’m hoping I don’t wake tonight drowning in sweat, prompting a dark walk to the living room to borrow a fan to cool myself in the obtrusive white-noise whir until morningtime.