As I lie dying, in an unknown, flooded pothole in a city made hollow by the march of war, I see the sun set. It gives me a final moment of hope. Not just for the simple beauty of the honeyed light on white clouds untouched by the black smog down here, but for the understanding that there are other people, in better places, seeing the same thing and knowing nothing of this pain, this dark hour, and I am glad most never will.
Paddy Dobson
11th May 2023