We watched a ridiculous movie on dvd last night. I could hardly stay awake while people screamed and buildings tumbled and mass hysteria ruled the world. There was some nice music at the end though. By the time it finished and i had put the laptop away, i couldnt sleep. typical. So i pulled out my book and little clip on reading torch thing. It was pitch black outside and the big yellow planet that hung low in the western sky earlier on had sunk below the treeline giving the other stars their chance to shine.
Then i heard it. The soft thud of something large mammalian and furry landing on the wooden deck outside our window. I switched off the torch and listened hard thinking i could hear footfalls, and breathing - hoping it was the leopard whose tracks we sometimes see. This morning there were flakes of bark lying on the deck - something had climbed into the big leadwood tree - the better to view the floodplain perhaps. Sometime later he left.
This morning lying in my cosy bed sipping hot coffee I weighed the options of staying there until the day warmed up, or leaping out into the sharp cold air, and going onto the floodplains before sunrise to look for wild dogs. It was a quick decision - even though staying in bed had a strong case. We watched the sky turn rosy pink, reflected in the mirror like water, then suddenly molten gold was spilling out between the trees, touching the yellow grasses and climbing up the gnarled tree trunks. Daybreak.