A flame seen from the edges of the atmosphere. Burning across the blue plane. Above us. Our orbit sweeps past. We see the long tendrils of smoke blur with the passing clouds. Huge swaths of green given over to black charred earth. Thin lines of flame licking away at the rest of what remains. In time there will be nothing to burn but the ashes themselves. No place to stand that isn’t softened by soot.
Paddy Dobson
17th November 2021