I hear the birds (cuckoos, doves, gulls, ...) and the rain. I don’t hear them but I see them: The bats. Every evening, at the same time ‘entre chien et loup’ *, I see them flying in a circle. They must live in the big pine. They pass fairly close to our open window, I can clearly see their shapes. They are beautiful, I never get tired of looking at them even if I am a little bit afraid that they will come into the house. I read somewhere that it was only a legend, apparently bats don’t really get caught in our hair.
Have you ever stuck things in your hair?
April 22nd 2020, Marseille.
*at dusk.