This photograph of a sunlit evening sky will always hold a sorrowful memory for me. I took it on the night I spoke to my friend of more than thirty years, John Doyle, for the very last time. It was Wednesday, May 30th 2018, around ten p.m., in Beaumont, Dublin. John had been diagnosed with brain cancer in January 2017. He was on a journey and it was only heading one way. I'd been out in Malahide earlier that evening and was making my way home down the M1 when the idea struck me (and I'm eternally grateful that it did!) to swing by John's to say a quick hello. As I drove off the motorway and into the suburbs, I couldn't help but notice the glorious tint in the sky, a purplish pinkish red that was a delight to see. I remember someone (Shane) in a WhatsApp group I'm a member of texted along the lines of 'Wow, has anyone seen that sky tonight?' Just to clarify, officer, I read the WhatsApp message while stopped at traffic lights. No doubt about it, it was...