Beat the bounds tonight as the sun disappeared leaving a nearly full moon hanging quite low in the icy blue sky: not a breath of air....completely still. Perfection.
First star...planet?...appeared as we came back down through the field, the last birds wheeled homeward overhead and a lone tractor in the adjacent field ploughed steadily up and down, sending the scent of freshly turned earth into the air.
Thursday, 9 January 2020
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