Back at my
parents' house, I can see the stars. Finally, out of the city (the tumour of civilisation.) I anticipated the
first night, the brisk cold air deadening my fingers as I focus on the
holes in nature's blanket.
Disabling the
alarm to leave, I grab my pack of cloves... As I step into the deserted world which is outer
suburbia at three AM I light the first and replace nature's honest breath with my generated
cloud.
I would like to lie in a forest - naked, an alpha-wolf nuzzling my face and then lying down beside me.
But yet I clasp my cane - drag after drag, step after step.