An apt sight
This afternoon I took the train from London to the Cotswolds for a friend’s upcoming wedding. Once past Slough and Reading the view out of the window (unsurprisingly) improved. It’s a treat to take in the English countryside when you’ve been away a while; each village marked in the distance by its church spire. Before arriving in Oxford I spy a poppy field. The second world war lacks the poetry of the first, understandably so Adorno would argue, but that simple image of a poppy field is apt today and is the catalyst for me to spend the remaining stretch of the journey thinking on D-Day and today’s anniversary.