If I turn the toilet light on - the house where everyone goes - the back neighbours will know I'm up, surer than M will inside the house. I'd rather that be my business so I go in the dark. No difference really. Wash hands in a fuzz of night-eyes adjusting to the faint moonlight through the led-light window, one metre high.
No wind or birds yet
No neighbour buzz either,
All quiet and still, like a field.
|Another night... (Central Park?)|