‘Only one bat / All senses are stretched beyond time.’ Daphne Astor reveals her experience of twilight brooding during Covid through field notes, sound recordings and poetry.

'In the illusion of language we envision eggs / neatly lined up on the farm shop shelf sorted / by size, nestled in soft blue cardboard' Daphne Astor tracks April through words.

'Slow down time crescent moon / everything we feel / as the year continues its turn / is offered in the afterglow / of starlight from the beginning.' Daphne Astor broods as dusk falls.