Black handwritten script lettering reading Tomorrow may rain, so today I will follow the sun, tattooed on skin in a lettering style.

Handwritten quote about following the sun

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

The image shows three lines of handwritten script in black ink reading 'Tomorrow may rain, so today I will follow the sun.' The lettering has a loose, hand-drawn quality with uneven strokes and varied letter heights. It is in black ink on pale skin, centred and filling most of the frame.

Lettering Other Quote Handwriting Script Sun Rain Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The chalkboard by the gate had been Gwyn's job for thirty-one seasons, and now that his hands would not hold chalk steady, it fell to Nell to write the day's line before the first punters queued at the turnstile. This morning the wind had swung westerly overnight, and the sky over the rugby field was the colour of dishwater.

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Her father watched from the step of the caravan, flask balanced on one knee. 'Put the wet one up,' he said. 'Rain Thursday, the radio says. Folk like a warning more than a cheer.' Nell shook her head and copied instead the line he had painted on the side of the big wagon before she was born, the one nobody had ever had the heart to paint over. Her letters came out loose and too tall, tails dragging, the way his always had since the tremor. She stepped back and looked at it. It was not a forecast. It was a choice.

By two the sun had burned the mist off, and the Waltzer was throwing screams across the car park. Ticket money went into the cashbox in damp handfuls. A boy in a Wales shirt bought three goes on the coconut shy and missed every one, laughing, and a woman with a pushchair stood under the chalk line reading it aloud to her toddler, who could not read yet and did not need to. Nell kept one eye on the cloud stacking over the hills and told herself she was not counting.

The rain came at seven, sideways and heavy, and by nine the board was a grey smear with the words running into the wood. Gwyn was asleep in the cab of the lorry with the heater ticking. Nell wiped her hands on her jeans, climbed in beside him, and left the board to the weather, which had, after all, been right about tomorrow.