Normal

Just a normal day in the office. The sky was angry when I parked but it blew over quickly and the sun came out.

I paused briefly as the town clock rang 10 to think of the 8372 victims of the Srebrenica genocide on 11 July 1995. Normal people, just like me, going about normal daily business. I thought of the survivors too. Unimaginable.

The evenings are drawing in.