If I hadn't gone outside I wouldn't have heard the thrushes either. They sing all the time now, as if amazed they've come through. Perhaps they are.
The night before, we'd gone outside to look at the glowing tangerine dot that was Mars - 'Follow the side of the Plough nearest the handle,' says Tom, 'straight down to the bright star in Leo, that's Regulus, then take a sharp right'. An owl called, perhaps to say she was the baker's daughter.
'Oh look at the fire-folk sitting in the air!'
The sky and its people - birds and stars. There is not a comfortable thing about them, only beauty, and in this, they offer comfort.