Initiation It’s 5pm and now, yes, the light is just right to catch the hubcaps, a shivery ginger glow spreading across the stubble to strike our Fiat at a lover's angle, like it did the Passat before it, the Saab from ‘98, right back to that Capri, sitting rakish, when this field was mantis-green with … Continue reading ‘Initiation’ by Niall Firth