During the summer this shadow took on the appearance of a burly man chopping wood, at least it did to a fertile imagination like mine. But now that part of the hedgerow has been cut, the shape has changed. Now it looks like a much thinner man stooping and hitting a prone figure with a large hammer. (At least it does to a fertile imagination like mine.)
And that’s what I see every windy night when I turn over to go to sleep. When the wind is light, the murderous action looks calm and measured, but when the wind is strong it looks frenzied. It’s most interesting, and surprisingly soporific.