I woke early - 5am early! And decided to doodle a few words. It always makes one feel better if there's evidence that mind or body can function - albeit, debateably so.
It was a fine morning, until the tide was driven in by mist and rain. White horses? They were rearing to meet the black clouds and morphing into grey oblivion!

====== A little more from The Big Bad Bunny =======

Once more, he had evaded capture by mere nanoseconds! Lying breathless and unseen, he gazed up, as though hypnotised, watching the sapphire spangled azure fight a losing battle against ink-filled storm clouds - the bruising soon apparent. Somehow, the scene reminded him of Edwin Morgan's Little Blue Blue in a rage. He almost laughed aloud, as his palpitating heart soothed to the melodic beat of feet on the street, as the furious little angel screeched out his electric blues to falling stars.
Along with the rain, he suddenly felt the glancing blow of a forgotten past - Scottish summers with blustery breezes turning pages of books unasked - and a dose of nostalgia flooded his veins. Perhaps that is where he should be? Fleeing northwards in search of his answers.