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An Evening At Home



Last night, as I was leaving work, fingers of mist reached from the moors to snatch the road; and the road was almost lost. It became a ghost trail, yet still led home. 


The sky was a void, backlit by an unseen half-moon. I had seen moon and sky clearly by day. 

In the garden our van glimmers, by the light from an open door. Mr notes that the outside bulb needs replacing. 

In the van, he says, the insulation is all in place. 
He has some dust in his hair. He looks up. Dog is round my feet, her tail knocking at the bags I’m dragging. 

Oh, says Mr, we won’t be seeing any meteoroid showers tonight!

It’s good to be home, post-heat, post-work, pull on pyjamas, put feet on couch. 

Turn on the projector, we can watch the sky from here. 
Well, I can. Mr and Dog are fast sleep.
I have a glass of nettle wine. I’m watching tigers hunt. I’m watching the sleepers smile. 





Day view of the van, insulation installation in progress -
easily as shiny as the moon!

View in through back doors.
End section will be the washroom and storage space.  




Comments

You have the uncanny ability to use just the perfect words to capture everyday things and make them come alive...to make them shine. (Brighter than the moon!) I do hope you write another book.
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you Susan :-) Busy with next book right now! x
Watching tigers hunt? Intrigued by that.
Lisa Southard said…
Via our projector, and the magic of David Attenborough :-)
Sounds like a peaceful evening.

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