I love his description of nature in this section, of feeling the weight of heaven and earth, of how the mushroom is like a lung without a body, of the fish that sing in the tiny pond.
Then his vision of the evil one. An omen? Death soon? She’s pregnant again and she is still fearful of God’s judgement.
And soon the town will grow even larger, more people, more noise. Progress. But will it also be freedom?