smokingboot | Midnight visitors

Trying to sleep downstairs, where there are more cushions to prop me up, the garage light is flashing on and off like a disco. I go to see what it is, and open the back door... I need to be a little bit more security conscious. But not tonight. A very dainty fox led a smaller version of itself across our back garden. On seeing me,the cub crouched in the grass, rolled over and waggled its tail, then ran to join its parents. The elder stared at me for a moment and tiptoed off through the snapdragons. A third appeared, saw me, and wandered away through the back gate. And the wind blew, and all the trees on the hill rustled together.

I love the night air. Even when I'm poorly it makes me feel good.