Split..

The sky opened into some kind of tear, a rift, a chasm between worlds. Dark brooding clouds that pushed out cold damp air beneath it lay cowering under a ribbon of beautiful pink light. In my mind it was the kind of sky that laboured hard on the fears of ancient man, gods angry at us for some unseen reason. I stood watching as it changed.

Colds toes made me move once it's glory had passed. Coffee and a little think.

Work...Monday....cold....these things can get a body down if you let them, best just to get on with it....on that note...here we go!