Rocking gently on the swing, the warm breeze passing over his skin, he closes his eyes and allows the sun to wash through him. There is distant chatter in the alcoves of the city around him. A tree shades him. Small plants grow out of the cracks in the sun-bleached stone. The ice jingles in the glass. Someone is playing a piano in one of the apartments and the soft music dances out of the open balcony windows. There is the smell of citrus in the air. A deep peace holds his heart.
Paddy Dobson
28th May 2022