This is a street; it could be any street. In the windows of the houses, the lights are coming on; fires are burning - gold and yellow. Someone is letting themselves into their home through a white door - a place of safety, perhaps. As safe as houses? Depends where you are - and when. A boy presents his little brother with a red leaf - translucent as a flame, almost the colour of his own skin. He is passing something on - something precious, something beautiful and ephemeral: a gift. This is a result of working with the accommodation team at the King's Arms Project. (to be continued) |