Monthly Archives: March 2010

Dear ,
It was a hot night, a wet night. The damp of fog. A dark night. The smell of grass and dust. A feel­ing a little like pet­rol. Volatile.A breeze lightly stirred. Every­one was asleep, every human. Here and there someone would stir in the mug­gi­ness, yawn and fall back asleep, com­pletely unaware that they had woken. The occa­sional one […]