Damascus The Sky is Black

Damascus The Sky is Black

The Sky is black again, another morning of explosions, nothing new, I woke to the sound of a fighter jet screaming through the sky, the usual sounds now, some days better than others, today is fine, accept really it’s not fine, it’s quite terrible but now we have learned to live this way and we have learned there are worse days, I go to my terrace to sit and drink my coffee, a morning routine I am determined to continue despite the vulnerability of the high position, the Spring sky of Damascus should be blue but it’s not, its black, the sky seems to say it all.