Remembrance

  Outside the dark, noisy café, a woman sat on the pavement. ‘You’ve caught the sun,’ I said, as I stopped to talk.   ‘Yes’, ‘it’s sweet autumn’, she said. I agreed. ‘These fine days feel as if they could last forever.’ ‘But they won’t, the...
The Last tomato

The Last tomato

Each morning I sit on my balcony in the sun and quietly eat my breakfast. As I enjoy my muesli, I watch the last tomato slowly ripening on a withering plant.   I feel I’m in the presence of a mystery, as I watch the colour deepen a little more each day. How...