16 10 07

Andromeda galaxy, 300 billion stars’ light taking 2 million years to reach us, cold. At 21.09 tonight, stags are belling through rut, & through the air splitting roar, above the faint mountain horizon’s stars to the south, of a low flying fighter jet leaving only its faster than sound anger. At 21.11 the jet returns, a little north. & passes round again at 21.15. There’s a rustling in the dying bracken.