The two most beautiful sounds in the world are the warble of a loon and that of a train rumbling in the distance. Why? Well, when you’re cast adrift they’re two reminders of being in the world of living. When the inky gloaming envelopes you, swaddles you in a velvety wave solitude … there’s something to hold on to. No matter how disparate. How abstract …
Pin pricked sky, endless vista, lapping waves.
Out of the dark comes that ethereal warbling. Slowly rising to an ancient crescendo but dissolving into the night. A train growls in the distance a comforting reminder of modernity but far enough way to be a murmur – a whisper of reality.
They pass … leaving you in peace – soaked in the blue glow of a full moon.