I wake up to rave music.
The sickening machine deep thump like my own heart about to explode. I take deep, deep breaths. Windows kept shut, the rumble of the kettle and the calming sound of a teapot filling, restores some equilibrium, until the loathsome perpetrator of this insult lapses somewhere into unconsciousness and the cacophony stops.
Outside is birdsong.
The sparrows chattering companionably. A great tit proclaiming his territory. A marsh tit tapping open a sunflower seed on the the trellis. The electric cackle of a redstart . A chiffchaff. The first deep pollen furred rumbles of bumble bees.
The neighbour’s dog Harry is let out and barks . The first horse from the stable ambles down the road and Harry barks again. The horse shys and his hooves clatter sharp on the tarmac. Harry smiles.
In the garden the hum of bees is louder. The pear tree is in full bloom and every single tiny flower seems covered in honey bees. Blink and the tree seems still, squint and it is writing with pollinating frenzy.
Overhead a buzzard mews plaintively swinging into a swoop to impress his mate hanging in the paintbox blue sky.
A couple of frantic and obilivious cyclists whoosh by on thin wheels shouting . Another neighbour retrieves the beer can he left last night in the garden before his elderly mother peers out to admire her pink ribboned Easter rabbit decorations.
After lunch there is laughter under the trees over a cigarette. A desolutotry teenager bounces a basket ball for a few minutes.
Magpies cackle and four black kites glide over head in total silence, their universe so huge, so distant and unbounded.