The sky cows are coming.

I keep this photo with me at all times.

It reminds me of the days before the Sky Cows came down.

You could see the most amazing landscapes across the U.K and the most amazing colours. Blues, greens and yellows in Summer, reds and oranges in Autumn.

That was before the Sky Cows came down.

We used to spend our days outdoors in the weak but ever present sunshine. Friends would visit and we would sit outside till the late evening making fires and talking nonsense.

That was before the Sky Cows came down.

When they came it happened so fast, but it always does.

They creep in quickly and quietly, consuming the rich blue sky. The more they eat the more they grow and before you know it you can't see the sun through thesky.

They swallow everything. Greedy, beastly sky cows.

I remember when we could dress casually, shorts and t-shirts all day. No need for a fleece or hoody, rain coat or umbrellas. It was warm and we had hours of glorious daylight left.

That was before the Sky Cows came down.

Once they had finished with the sky they came down to the ground. I wish this had happened faster but instead we had to watch them descend upon us.

Fat, bloated bastards. Slowly sucking up everything in their path, absorbing all the landscape and the light that went with it.

I remember when we glowed, in a radiant and glorious way. Bright eyed and bushy tailed.

I remember when the streets and bars and clubs were full of energy and excitement. The future seemed so bright.

That was before the Sky Cows came down.

They left us till last.

After we watched our warm world disappear into a cold dark hell they came for us. The last drops of sunshine in our blood were drawn out, so slowly but ever surely till there was nothing left of us. They grazed upon our warmth, tasting it and taking it for themselves.

This is what the Sky Cows have done.

This is what we have become.

Empty shadows, waiting underneath bent and broken branches.

This is before the Sun strikes back.

Our Gods will return in time.