He took a moment to look up from his book and the sight outside the train window made him smile. Rolling green hills, drystone walls on old roads, an ancient church, clusters of houses starting to turn on the lights for the evening, all under the auspices of a patched sky of pink and blue. On the horizon, the sun said goodnight. And as quickly as he motioned from one world to another, he was back again, drawn into ink.
Paddy Dobson
17th June 2023