A Walk

A walk through a summer evening spread out into misty distances, hazy with the dust of dry summer. Insects circle and circle, and only a few birds call as they search for night-time places, roosts in the treetops.

The day turns a weary grey. Days are long in the summer. The night comes as a cooler relief. Stars in cloudless, clear skies.

Now, we know the sky and stars go on forever, further than we could ever realise. It makes us so very small and so hard to see. We have no special significance now, except to each other, and we find that so difficult to make sense of.