Light is precious

I walked a bit in nature. There were mysterious animals hopping about. Some trees were long dead without showing signs of disintegration. Perhaps wild fire is the way to clear the table.

It was dark at home. The sun had set and the circuits stopped working. During the day one is supposed to see. In the darkness one is supposed to ponder what one has seen, but one has not seen enough for the wandering mind. One fails to grow weary and fall asleep.