As I bang my hand onto the chair’s stripy blue canvas, particles of a season’s worth of settled dust are released out into the air. It suddenly hits me how long it has been since I’ve sat out here. Apart from the semi-constructed concrete shell…

  Our darling Alex, I’m sitting here with coffee in hand, watching the airport slowly come to life all around me. There is a little truck filling up the plane, and directly above, a half-moon shines dimly behind drifting clouds. The sun is not yet up, but already I’ve thought about you a hundred times.…