This feels good again.
25% grade descent, with the sun in my eyes and the wind edging tears from my face. It’s been a while but I think spring is finally back. I haven’t made any regular updates to these pages in what seems like a very, very long time. So long in fact that I forgot to check the comment sections for the usual spam bots.
In fact, so long that I even forgot what my last post was even about. Spam check. Clear.
Winters in England are very, very harsh and this past season has been no exception. Gale force winds after gale force wind.
Trudging up the hills cold and frozen like a lost pospicle in the Arctic, searching for warmth. 20-30% gradient climbs through the vast urban hills and sprawl of Sheffield. Tussling with glass and shards on the back alleys of Nottingham. Fighting pebbles and slips through the streets of Manchester. Winter. Has. Been. Cold.
Somehow warm days look welcome across the horizon, and finally I can smile and welcome the forthcoming Sun.
Dark days seem to have engulfed the world in the recent months. I went from the horrors of watching the wretched bombings of Gaza on X, to owaking up to the Hell of what may be the beginnig of a new regional war in Iran. Everyday and every newspaper here in England splatters now splatters bombing pictures like it’s a charade.
The horrors of war may soon be on our shores at some point, so every day seems even more sacred than the last.
I saw videos of a father clutching onto his son while bombs rained outside their residential window. The horror of this savagery is unfanthomable.
I lived though years of peace, but war has now dawned upon us. For many here in England, the Middle East is afoot, ways away ‘over there’ somewhere – yet we are all human.
Empathy. We feel it in some way or form.
Well maybe, soome more than others.
But it’s there. You see the pictures. Videos. Screams.
The horrors of ware have been laid before us like never before. Live and 24/7 for all to see on X. Facebook. Insta.
Everyone has an opinion yet very few seem to offer solutions.
‘They should go back where they came from’
‘We don’t want them here’
‘England is white’
‘Only we should vote’
Every horror and retoric that seems to have been torched in the 50’s and 60’s has now turned full circle and given birth to the spawn of ignorance.
It’s a new, digital, yet ill informed sort of ignorance that can instil shivers of Nazism in your blood.
How did we come to this?
Where did it all begin?
October 7th?
1776?
The Abolition of Slavey?
Or the dawn of Mankind?
This is a question of the ages and one that has turned this post in to a tandem digression.
So where were we? Ah yes, the weather.
It was cold this morning.
Now it’s warm.
It might get warmer, still.
Pop. Another bomb just dropped.
Dust.
A son or daughter just passed.
Just like that.
Simple posts are no longer just simple anymore.
Words carry weight and value, so I shall not waste.
I fear that, this is only the beginning.
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In a world where wars appears overnight with no end.
Boom!
It has been said that this war is being led by a rag tag set of lunatics screaming to God for peace on Earth through a two way radio.
Yes,
America.
Israel.
Iran to you,
maybe all.
Wars of fate,
dig up new lows to no end.
These grey horrors of war know no grace.
All that’s left jus’ red,
on a mat full of blood.
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