Outside it is so still and quiet and beautiful, dusk, somewhere in between sunset and darkness, to move would be to break it. I sit watching it, it’s my favourite time of day as slowly the dark begins to settle, soon lights will need to be switched on, but not yet, not yet. And as I am sitting, looking at nothing, thinking nothing, I notice a light, bright, glowing in the distance, in the sky and yet not moving, not blinking, not an aeroplane, not car lights, not anything that is clearly anything, it is joined by another light to the right, this glows and hangs, they seem to radiate light like they’re keeping time with each other, I realise somehow that I’ve been looking at them for a long time, and yet not known it. It reminds me of another summer, a couple of years ago, my cousin and I sat out all night in the field they used to keep their donkey in, we drank a box of cheap pink wine, cold to start with, warmed right through by the time we were done, we spilled our secrets, our fears, our petty jealousies so long forgotten that they were funny, as we sat watching the sky, still light for most of the night at that time of year, we didn’t realise at first what we saw, until we really began to watch and so to see. It’s still hard to describe, we wonder if we dreamt them up when we talk of it, but these lights or more like balls of fire started at the right side of the sky, or our vision, and made their way across the sky before burning out or disappearing to the left. The first few we didn’t notice until somehow we began to see them, once we saw them though they travelled at about 30 second intervals. Pink they seemed against the still blue clouds, lasted for maybe half an hour. We never found out what they were. And these lights tonight were most probably just a reflection. But lovely all the same, and sometimes you can sit staring at something forever before you can even begin to see it. I’ve felt a little bit lost all day. Full of words, with nowhere to put them. Kind of sore. This helped.