Stranger’s world

Last night I stayed in a hotel room – in town. In Oban, in fact: a small town, on the west coast where the ferries sail for the Hebrides – but a town nonetheless.
Towns have streetlighting – so I wake at intervals to greet a strange new day dressed in orange light seeping through the curtains. It calls me to tend to the cattle – a hundred miles away. .
I also wake at the rumble and shake of the wind as I am used to the westerlies rocking the roundhouse – mistaking the sound of delivery trucks rolling down the hill to the chainstores.
Am I adrift in this unfamiliar world – or did I reinvent it?


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