The evening glows with the late day light, the sun though nearly out of sight is most certainly not out of mind, its written kindly on this parchment skin and this ancient frame, but it has bleached my hair the colour of whalebone white so much so that I might have to dye it.

There's still a lot to do and hopefully time to do it in unless time does me in first.

Tomorrow
I'll do something different
be more confident
act with due diligence
or write using a Biro.