I went for a walk around 10pm tonight through the farm roads. The sky was setting in pinks and it was getting colder. I always seem to get midgies stuck in the back of my throat, forget a jacket, overthink everything about life, develop a temporary cold and get lost when I venture out alone. The world smelt of farm life: horses, fresh manure, dirt caked tyres, wooden fences, subtle hints of dandelions. Listening to the gentle and consistent call of crickets and birds twittering goodnight.