Friday, 07:48, London
I’ve been away from journaling for a brief pause. Most moments I created to write over the last couple of months have been to work on an article I’ve now finished crafting.
I started weaving a thread in July, with the pendulum starting its swing back to winter. I had the ambition of trying to write a sunset and sunrise at Glastonbury. I wanted to tell a story compelling enough to illustrate how the atmosphere transforms through night and day. I think I got close. The story ended up being more about Glastonbury than the weather, but I think it carries. There are parts I love among patches of friction. I could return down the path to spot tangents off the story, but I’m happy with where I arrived.
It’s the start of November. The air this morning is fresh and expansive. Frost covers the grass bank of the canal but the chipped bark around the playground is brown. I can feel myself lifting, coming out of a tunnel, returning to possibilities of the present and what’s next.