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The Small Hours
Jul. 26th, 2019 04:13 amThe house, normally so airy, has been stifling, so all I could do was have mercy on R and stop attempting to sleep. I've been out in the garden since 3.30 am, dark and cloudy, stars so faint, moon cradled in the branches of the apple tree.
The cool of it all feels like a blessing. The cats came and sat with me, and the ash tree stirred the wind. I saw the light in next door's window, wondering who looks after the house now, then turned to watch the silent lightning move from the south east and head towards sunrise, passing the moon. Spots of rain, light clouds that part and unite again to promise storm, albeit not yet or not here. Anyway, it's beautiful.
The cool of it all feels like a blessing. The cats came and sat with me, and the ash tree stirred the wind. I saw the light in next door's window, wondering who looks after the house now, then turned to watch the silent lightning move from the south east and head towards sunrise, passing the moon. Spots of rain, light clouds that part and unite again to promise storm, albeit not yet or not here. Anyway, it's beautiful.
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