Ashes to Ashes

A breeze twists its way through a missing window, and silently manipulates the many dangling pieces of a burnt out ward. Rusted tin tiles sway gently as they just barely cling to scorched timbers - the last remnants of what were, at one time, the ceiling of a third floor corridor. Gazing skyward, out the massive hole where once a roof stood, the surreally blue skies of mid-summer stare back, only occasionally obstructed by the white clouds which slowly waft past. Here there is no differentiating between wh