17 MAY 2018, 06:08 PM
Armed with an early sleep, I sat outside watching the mocking bird tweak it’s tail.
To no affect.
A king of the sky day.

The thunder rolled in, perhaps soothing a hangover.

Looking through the cellophane of an old lucozade bottle, my view may have looked like that.

If todays success is measured in lumps of doing very little, today I will succeed.