Night air is different from day air; it’s not the temperature, cool or balmy, muggy or fresh, nor the quality of sound, sometimes travelling from afar – a rattling train, the cry of a fox, the call of an owl. It’s something else. Maybe it is texture, if air can be textured, thick or heavy, soft or sharp, blanketing or piercing. Sometimes, it seems if only we had the right sort of vision, we could see it flowing like water, or sluggish and dense, or rushing through cracks and gaps between the door and frame, or pouring gustily down the chimney.
April 30th 2021 would’ve been Captain Tom Moore’s 101st birthday; in recognition and in remembrance of his achievement, a new challenge was announced by his family. They challenged ordinary folk to complete a hundred somethings to raise more funds for The Captain Tom Foundation – ‘whether you bake 100 cupcakes or walk 100 laps – help celebrate Captain Tom’s achievements.’ The official ‘Captain Tom 100’ has now finished, but I’ve challenged myself to write a 100 word blog each day for 100 days. I started on May 1st and when I complete my task, I’ll donate £100 to his Foundation.