Friday, 07:48, London

I’ve been away from journaling for a bit. Most moments I’ve created to write the last couple of months have been to work on an article. I started weaving a thread in July, with the pendulum starting its swing back to winter. I wanted to tell a story compelling enough to illustrate how the atmosphere transforms through night and day. I got close. The story ended up being more about Glastonbury than the weather, but I think it carries. I’m happy with where I arrived.

It’s the start of November. The air is fresh and expansive. Frost covers the grass bank over the canal. I can feel myself lifting, coming out a tunnel, returning to the present and what’s next.

More weather diary journals.