Thursday, 20 March 2008


Night has fallen. The doors are wide open. It's still warm. The only light is a desk lamp above my keyboard. There are no moths although the other flying beetles and cockroaches attracted by heat rather than light may well fly in. The moon is bright and the stars are beginning to fill the cloudless sky. There is not a single light visible from the Cottage. All is still. Except for the cicadas whose persistent 'call' fills the air there is not a sound. Their chatter, however, goes on constantly all night. If it were not for the fact that I have double glazing I would hear it all night (when I was awake that is). Somehow the noise of the wind and the sea is more elemental. I sometimes miss it.

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