He watches the milk swirl in the dark tea like the bulging clouds of the thunderhead outside. The room is momentarily white as lightning flashes in the distance. He reclines into the plush cushions on the sofa and listens to the storm. There's a deep satisfaction in knowing that the elements out there are kept at bay by solid stone walls and the cold is driven from the house by a staunch fireplace. There are many such minor joys in life.
Paddy Dobson
11th June 2023