I was taken by another quote in the book for The Chartreux spread on page 120. Handily, I had a suitable cat figurine to illustrate this.
10 OF SWORDS
There is a small space between the rows of swords, as if a tiny respite would be mine before another exhausting onslaught of swords. It didn’t last long before the Swords came back like prison bars.
I’m having one of those days where it’s painful even to get in the shower. The small flowers on vines here are dropping leaves having exhausted their energy for this cycle. But flower heads turn to seeds and they’ll drop on the ground and grow eventually, the light still gets through.
Cycles like this can be hard to weather. Cats know about time, and wheels turning as I saw yesterday, and what seems endless passes into a different time eventually.