It’s good that the sky is serenely blue.
Sometimes it seems like the only place in the world that has not yet been blemished. The only place where you can turn your eyes to stop being haunted by the pain you see around. Like the ex-soldier who is now homeless waiting for the people who pass him by to give him a few pennies; like the ruins of Aleppo, not so long ago one of the most prosperous cities in Syria, now only a derelict haunting ground; like the hallow eyes of a distressed elephant living his life in a space the size of a solitary jail cell, the only freedom allowed to stretch his bones in the circus arena for the entertainment of us, humans.
Yes, I have a thing for looking after animals. And have I mentioned that these are things my eyes have fallen on in the span of the latest 24 hours?
It’s good that the sky is serenely blue. The greyness of our world cannot transgress it.