I used to listen to Andrea Bocelli with Father Phil, some nights after school while waiting for mum to finish teaching. I am listening to him now (albeit without Father Phil) and it seems different now. Something has changed, though whether it's broken I don't know. It's that up and down grey and white time again.
Everything seemed possible then. Everything seems so much harder now.

Now and then, clouds outside my window crash together, and it sounds like thunder. The hot air is heavy with expectation.