The sky is heavy with roving clouds in varying shades of carbon.
I’m nestled at my desk, actively listening to the voice of the rain and moaning thunder pulsing down outside my window.
Thinking of poetry
Flexing the creative muscle
I barely hear the nearby church bells chiming the hour
The laptop drones steadily
The lights are dim
Sipping hot coffee
And priming myself for a two-hour visit with my treadmill.
Happy weekend xxx
(Miss Me jacket, DIY studded bag, F21 lace top and tank, Urban Outfitters jeans, Nine West wedges)