Early morning at the QE

Suburban sunrise
It was still early, as I walked across from the relatives' accomodation to the hospital. The sun just rising.

In the hospital there would be bustle and silence, clean corridors and Costa Coffee. In the hospital, there would be decisions and choices, hope and heartache.

In the entrance area, a man stands in his soldier's uniform, with his trousers rolled up to his knees. Bionic man. Artificial legs on proud display I look up at his face - so badly scarred. Maybe not bionic after all. Just talking and laughing with his friends.

All these things still to come when I pass through the doors;

meanwhile -
these trees, this sunrise.