I see grass .I see trees. I watch the wind in the branches. Wondering, I look out my window. I see an old woman surrounded by pigeons. I do not ask why she is not feeding them.
I pause. I look. I hear the squeak of shopping cart wheels rolling unevenly between the grass and trees. One dog barking another barking after him in the distance, four or five more times barking, a third dog.
A breeze blows. Branches sway.Leaves shake. A primitive rattle bringing rain.
I close the window and turn away. I walk to the kitchen. I make my morning coffee. The world outside disappears
in the downpour, I assume.