At home

A Sunday at home. A bit of sunshine in the morning. Reading Hyperion. It is quiet in this house. The living room is at the back. I look up into the trees. Some yellow leaves, but the tree right in front of my house still has many green leaves. A blackbird. Coal tits. Great tits. The past few weeks in the afternoon i saw parakeets flying around. They are lovely green. But not a very good song. More like shouting. I also saw a jay flying around a few weeks ago. At least i think it was.

Sometimes i hear the neighbours. Tapping water, talking a bit. In the evening i may hear music. Not that much though.

I love this place.

Published on November 8, 2021 at 6:00 by

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