Beneath the Blinding Sun

It was brutally hot, the kind of heat that makes tempers boil. Sydney’s streets filled with slogans and scowls, fear masquerading as pride. The light was merciless, washing away shadow and subtlety.

What remained were faces, raw, tense, human, caught in a moment where compassion faltered, and belonging was questioned. This is what it looked like when the sun refused to look away.