Doom is coming. That's the sense you get, like a muggy head before a storm, an almost-certainty that something awful rolls towards you. But you don't see it. Yet. So there's a chance it's never coming.
And there she is, like a weather vane, showing no sign of alarm. Instant calm. A released breath. The doom is not coming. Even if it did, we'd weather it together.
Paddy Dobson
22nd November 2023