shadows and pink grapefruit

I sit in the shadows, as I so often do in the evenings. A flickering candle, the glow of a laptop, the soft velvet light of twilight sky and sea outside.

What else I do nowadays: paint my furniture white, smell of pink grapefruit, take all my boring greying plates and mugs to the charity shop and return with odd pieces of crockery in blood red, buttercup yellow and petrol blue, bemoan the lack of creativity everywhere (including my own life), put in my mouth anything that has the word "strawberry" in the description.