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He used to stare out of the window, he was quite distant and almost in a different world.

“At first it kind of weirded me out. People would look, then look away and stare out of the corner of their eye. Now I’m used to it.”

I still remember a drive from Montreal to Connecticut one October weekend many years back, watching my otherwise chatty college roommate, who had grown up in British Columbia, stare out the passenger window in stunned silence as we rolled past hillsides covered in blazing hues of red, orange and yellow.

In one of a series of news photographs of the boy, Yazan Kafarneh, taken with his family’s permission as he struggled for his life, his long-lashed eyes stare out, unfocused.

They brave the biting January winds and struggle to brace themselves against the gales as they stare out to sea over the rising white horses.