Lamma Island, 9:48PM – Balmy.

Entry 80

Sometimes it is so quiet I can hear myself blink.

This evening, I go on a walk alone up a trail into the hills to say hello to the wind turbine and to startle myself because bats swoop low. The view of Aberdeen lighting up gradually, a curtain of windows that, what with my eyesight, might as well be stars, is somehow moving.

And to think only a few days ago I was trapped in an elevator with no escape. I don’t remember being able to hear myself blink in there, even though I’m sure I was just as alone.