Starlight and Boobooks

I just got back from my walk. Lots of frogs, mist in the hills. Starlight and boobooks. Fantastic. Walking in the dark reminded me of years ago when I lived in England where close by there was an abandoned train tunnel that had been bricked up, big and beautiful. Someone had bashed a hole in either end so you could walk through, the light diminishing until you were in almost pitch blackness, where you would finally see the faint light of the other end up ahead. Occasionally I would go there at night and run through, totally blind in the darkness, my hand on the wall. I may have been drunk.