Tealeaves and Jaffa Cakes

All these things must come to pass. And yet, I found myself hoping they never would.

The mud and the rats and the gas and the death. The barbed wire and the bravery and the artillery and the sheer unending hopelessness. The rain and the fear and the poppies and the bombs.

It shone in her eyes like a reflection of the madness of nothingness and the fullness of time that human minds should know to cower away from in abject terror. It is too big and our minds are too small.