Three calls

After a strange and discombobulating day it was a beautiful evening. I went out for a short lap and called to a neighbour on spec. I was offered the lend of a book called Bataille’s Peak, which I gladly accepted and we traded news.

The grey and relentless day gave way to a peaceful night and right now there’s a bird streaking about out there with three long calls.  Enough, enough, enough, he or she seems to say.

That sort of a day, widely felt I don’t doubt.