"The air is crisp and has a bite at the back of its long throat. The sky is bloodless and pale...."

“The air is crisp and has a bite at the back of its long throat. The sky is bloodless and pale. Drained of all pity. Drained of all passion. The sky cannot weep today. The sea is dark and wild. It is so loud I can hear it inside my own head. One thrashing after another like an interrogation.”

- Jackie Kay, from Trumpet: A Novel
(via thatkindofwoman)