A Short Intermission
Everything is quiet - just the fan on my old computer is thrumming to itself, sometimes making strange electronic hiccups as it encounters something coming in from the web. It is quarter past ten as I write this and the sky is still quite bright. Near the horizon the sky goes from a dark eggshell-blue to a faint pink and in the distance a red light burns indicating the top of a cooling tower. Nothing moves. Not even the twigs on trees.
Time to creep away now. There is food in the fridge and I've just finished piling freshly laundered clothes into drawers and cupboards. Tomorrow I shall take the train to Leicester.