It is 3am. We are wide awake laying in bed.  The terrible images won’t leave us alone. No one can sleep. We will get up and started working.  It seems like the only alternative.  A single daffy bird begins to sing.  It’s still pitch dark.  There’s no apparent reason to sing.  The dawn is a long way off. Birds are in touch with a lot that we’re not in touch with. They find their way by listening to waves, or the wind, or they read the clouds…. They have some organ that senses the magnetic resonance of the earth.  But tonight, it is a single bird that is awake, not a crowd of birds, not a flock.  Why this particular bird?

Before going to bed last night, I had a vision. I don’t know if I can really communicate this very well. I imagined that we were camping here.  Even though we own this house and have lived her for 5 years ….  I imagined that the three of us – Grey Boy, Janice and me – were making camp in this place and that at least for this night – we were OK

For just that moment…….