Eyes closed, listening, and not listening, in the heat of this summer evening. Close by, small birds chirrup outside the window, and further away, a cuckoo gently repeats itself. Closer by, at the other end of the house, children squabble and muddle along. In the far distance, a mower, and in the room, a fly buzzing against the glass. Ever now and then, a car from far away, comes nearer, passes by and disappears again. Occasional cows making evening calls, and high above, a plane passes over. The dog next door barks. Its starting to cool as I lie here, listening, and not listening.
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