Almond blossoms fall all round, soft and silent as widows’ tears; foxes cry from the high sierras; howl like banshees in the night. Gentle the wind around my casa, filled with soft and lulling sound; distant bells woo me to slumber, as the neighbours goats tread their secret pavan to their caprine music – unknown and unknowable to human ears. Do they, like me, rejoice within, in these gentle Spanish nights? As they fill the night with the gamelan music of their bells, are their hearts at one... Sign in to see full entry.