17 January 2014

You get up at 6. You thought you might get used to getting up at 6 and it would be easy. Every day you drag yourself, as they say, from your bed. It's raining hard. You can hear the rain beating on the roof window and the planes going over. The sky is dark orange grey with the wet black lines of trees growing up in front of it. The plane sounds come rolling in in deep waves something like thunder, with a high turbo whine overlaid as they come close. The rain continues. It seems like it's been raining for weeks, with small gaps. The ground, the firewood: everything is soaked and dark with water.