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.