Poetry in Blue

The sky is filled with a thousand thousand words, a message to the world, blue on blue. All that is visible to the eye is the final piece of punctuation. Full stop. Chimney.

On a less randomly poetic note, today, Sunday 12 August as I'm writing this, I'm back from the Edinburgh Fringe (with Dave, Emma and Mark), so lots of hopefully Fringe related backblips to come.