I usually run with a theme. Last week was difficult. I am not well. Jazz is not well. Himself has to wait another three months before the multitudes of skin cancers on his forehead can be removed. World news was also sad, bad, and sometimes infuriating. I cannot change any of those things so, as I so often do, I turned to the skies and to nature for solace.
Our early mornings have been grey - but still beautiful.
I liked the lazy clouds lying in the valley below us as the sun rose.
I hope you find beauty and solace in the week to come too.