Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Fifteen.

In the village, a young man gazes up at the sky. There is something arresting about him. I stop and look at him as I pass by. He’s perhaps twenty-six or seven, and he wears one of those old-fashioned forage caps like the ones they had in old war movies. He’s got on a longContinue reading “Lockdown Diary: Day Two Hundred and Fifteen.”