I return. The orange streetlights have been exchanged for white ones. No longer brooding and dim, but abrupt and alien. The landscape is changed. I not longer feel familiar with this place. It’s memories are separate from the landscape that was before. I don’t wish to inhabit this place anymore. There’s fields ahead that are darker. You can reach them from here, if you are willing to step from the light and into the dark.
Paddy Dobson
12th April 2021