If I could choose a bed, it would be this; to lie upon the open ground and stare up at the stars. With, maybe, a blanket to shrug off the cold when the night begins to bite. And a fire to throw its sparks up in the sky. We would share the silence of the buzzing beating night and in our stillness feel the race and push of the ancient earth. The hush of grassland would speak to us its secret dreams and all life will be caught in a moment of dust and stars and the vaulted night. This is how it always was and forever will be; two travellers, far from the crowded world, just you and me.