The whole sky, above the wide horizon, is adrift with grazing
stars. Then it seems that these are dangled water, and the freshness
of the night is breathed from them. In the dim fields nothing stirs,
except, beyond a broken line of trees, which are slightly darker
stains, a car’s light is sometimes travelling. It is quick and soundless,
along the farther side of the valley, like a goddess who goes running
there, while holding up a torch. Soon we will see that she has lit the
bushfire of the day.