I am weary, weary tonight. I am tired of not being able to earn enough from my creativity and of trying to balance creativity time against money earning time. The struggle goes on. I would like to find that equilibirum before I completely run out of steam. Uncluttered hours to write, each week I keep promising myself more of them and each week I fail to deliver, instead snatching the odd moment from here and from there.

A Haiku fits in with the time spent on the Hull to Scarborough train

Rash poppies scatter
sharp green blades, innocence lost
in a scarlet blush.