Push your head into the long grasses and listen. The hush of the blades as they glide by each other in the temperate breeze. The constant buzz as grasshoppers stridulate and the infrequent chips and whistles of starlings darting through the stems. And in the distance you hear rain approaching. A dark, heavy cloud that rides on a slow, inevitable wind. It blackens the soundscape. A nulling effect from far head. And something comes with the storm. Lumbering. Massive. Through the grasses.
Paddy Dobson
6th July 2021