Please, be the great the rest of us need you to be.
In which I catch a glimpse of my youth.
And it shone from the face of a man a long way from home.
Why, you might wonder, were we standing on the side of the road, in the country-side, at night?
Celebrate, commemorate, remember.
I receive an email and we arrive in Mandalay.
Raised hopes that get dashed, they’re the worst.