While an overture
Of cicadas and crickets
Lullabied the land,
The night sky draped its curtain
And put the restless to rest.
Due to a malfunction of our regional grid yesterday, we had a less productive evening in the factory. Funny to think we just sold our Volvo generator two months ago after half a decade of disuse. Apart from the loss of production hours, the balmy weather probably had wrecked the corner shop’s ice cream (Old Mai’s favourite), which the owner had only stocked up this week. Anyway, I read a good amount of yarn under torchlight nonetheless.