Yesterday evening, Heidi says, "Look outside". I go out.There is a dense bank of cloud, like a solid hillside above the Common. Overhead, the sky is clear and lit by a sickle moon. The moon's unlit area and outline, are clearly visible, in shadow form, below the bright crescent.
In a the windscreen of a car a giant spider straddles the glass from roof to bonnet. It is the reflection of telephone wires radiating out from the telegraph pole beneath which the car is parked.
In Mount Sion a big delivery lorry bears the inscriptions "Bed Centre. Sleeping solutions.uk.com"
I think of John Donne's poem which begins:
Busy old foole, unruly sunne,
Why dost though thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us...?
...Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere:
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy spheare."