27 days to go.
As I return to the warm of the flat from a chore, I stop to watch a bird. The sky is clear and bright, free. I notice how the bird swoops and soars, exploring an invisible landscape of turbulence. It must be difficult, arguably even stressful, to constantly adapt while your entire livelihood hangs in the balance. I wouldn’t want to be the bird. The net result as observed from outside is nonetheless elegant, beautiful, inspiring.
I muse on this as a metaphor for research. Perhaps others would think it trite, but it means something to me – this is all that matters.
I shall leave it there for the day.