Night Haze

I doubt this haze will last once the sun rises. Not quite fog, it has hovered for hours and even now blurs the fading stars. The moon borrows from it a halo, as the haze itself borrows from the town's distant lights a pearly glow. It has also brought a strange phenomenon I've seen but a few times; Looming between the sky and the dark trees is a darkness slightly deeper than the sky and slightly paler than the trees. When I stare at this shade, it takes on the shapes of trees twice the height of the second growth woods now here, as though I were seeing the ghost of the ancient forest which once stood on this ridge. Maybe it intends to return. I wouldn't mind.

( Sunday Verse )

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I don't read Italian. I wonder what this is all about? I'm downloading what appears to be a music file (.wma) at the moment, from their Tarantelle Calabisi page. I suspect it to be traditional Calabrian music. They have a lot of it there, all free (though copy protected, apparently.) Don't know if it's any good. We shall see.

This is what you find if you Google for variations of "tarantula."

Edit: Tiny accordion and percussion. Frenetic. Interesting. A bit like slightly autistic Cajun music on speed. That's only the one track, though (Che bella sta sunata.) I might try another later, when I wake up. If I fetch any more of it now, I may never sleep again.