4:50 AM
Nevin
The number of times I have stared at the airplanes flying over our tiny house is incredible. I look at them emerge out of the green eastern horizon (which has been quite mist-laden after you left the town) like a super fast sun and crash on the other side. In those moments I am filled with a feeling of hope. You do remember our sun right? Yes, yes the pun very much intended. The same sun which had invaded our little private moments on the terrace, like the security uncle downstairs, acted as if he had seen nothing. Well that sun has disappeared. Instead, there is grayness. Widespread and omnipresent. It is slowly devouring our small town. Sometimes I am woken up by a dream. I hear screams and prayers. Is it a calling...The tree folk seem to have stopped fighting. The other...
