h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Late afternoon on an insignificant day in March, I sat at a window and contemplated the view.
I could see the car park at the side of the building, edged with conifers.
I could see across the adjacent river to the redbrick houses on the opposite bank.
Across the rooftops I could see the tree-lined heights of the hills that border the city, three miles distant, shrouded in mist.
The sun hung low in the sky and seagulls swooped and dived lazily through the air, enjoying the first stirrings of spring. A gentle breeze swayed the treetops.
All was still; all was peaceful.

In that moment, thousands of miles away, fiery death was falling from the skies onto another city, in my name.

In the peace and stillness of that March afternoon, my heart wept.



(this is not a political statement, merely a piece of prose poetry expressing a sentiment)