An amble, a ramble and a little bit of one of my favourite stories comes to mind tonight

Tonight is a quiet one at Cat Lady Towers. Not that most nights are a whirl of excitement and giddy, The Towers are generally a quiet hidey hole of peaceful solitude. But today feels unduly quiet. Recently, a lot of nights have felt unduly quiet, lacking in peace. Surely indicative of something. When I feel so keenly the need for other people, it usually means I'm avoiding something, be that cleaning the bathroom, or acknowledging that I did something appalling, or doing my coursework, or, something.

Alas, I haven't got the time to introvert and delve right now, so fixing whatever it is will have to wait. Unlike my coursework, which really can't.

But I'd like company. No doubt only to avoid dealing with myself, but still. Company would be good.

"Then I cursed the elements with the curse of tumult; and a frightful tempest gathered in the heaven where, before, there had been no wind. And the heaven became livid with the violence of the tempest --and the rain beat upon the head of the man --and the floods of the river came down --and the river was tormented into foam --and the water-lilies shrieked within their beds --and the forest crumbled before the wind --and the thunder rolled --and the lightning fell --and the rock rocked to its foundation. And I lay close within my covert and observed the actions of the man. And the man trembled in the solitude; --but the night waned and he sat upon the rock.

"Then I grew angry and cursed, with the curse of silence, the river, and the lilies, and the wind, and the forest, and the heaven, and the thunder, and the sighs of the water-lilies. And they became accursed, and were still. And the moon ceased to totter up its pathway to heaven --and the thunder died away --and the lightning did not flash --and the clouds hung motionless --and the waters sunk to their level and remained --and the trees ceased to rock --and the water-lilies sighed no more --and the murmur was heard no longer from among them, nor any shadow of sound throughout the vast illimitable desert. And I looked upon the characters of the rock, and they were changed; --and the characters were SILENCE.

"And mine eyes fell upon the countenance of the man, and his countenance was wan with terror. And, hurriedly, he raised his head from his hand, and stood forth upon the rock and listened. But there was no voice throughout the vast illimitable desert, and the characters upon the rock were SILENCE. And the man shuddered, and turned his face away, and fled afar off, in haste, so that I beheld him no more."