Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Midsummer - a story

Wednesday, August 31, 2016
It is the time of year when you can walk all night and not need a torch, never stumble. A quarter to midnight but it could be an hour after dawn. This is as dark as it gets, the north’s reward for the long black tunnel of winter. He looks from the bathroom window and everything is loud in the sky, a vast painting of land and water. Clouds are headlands, hills descending to shores, the sky is sea lochs, bays. He calls to her. ‘Come and look at this.’ They’re getting ready for bed and this will be the last night they see tonight. It’s important to him that they see it together.
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