Today is actually tonight because I’ve come down late. I’m not sitting on the Bench though, because it has rained all day and the Bench is soaking wet. So I’m standing here listening to the storm water drain. The drain’s actually quite far from the Bench, but tonight it sounds like a waterfall gushing into the river. The night is still. The leaves are freshly wet and dripping in little pattering sounds all around me. There’s some lights in the distance and one or two of them are reflecting on the surface of the water. The night smells like moist earth and freshly sprouted mushrooms.
It’s so still that as I stand here, I can feel the cold air rolling down the river valley. Maybe it’s the beginning of the heavy mist, that we often have here in the mornings, starting to creep in.
— Catherine