Warren Ellis –

I sat outside for a bit around half past five. Watched sparrows bouncing around one of the holly trees, the one that’s berried in red jewels. Scrappy winds tumbling across the garden looking for a fight. Lilac bellies on the clouds heading east for the night.

Today was that kind of tiredness that feels like being empty. Sometimes there’s nothing left in you to put down on paper, so you have to watch the clouds go home and wait to fill up again.