Bird chatter, bird song, the sounds of domesticity surround me.
Steam from my coffee out of the corner of me eye. Warm like home.
The train has passed, leaving the distant hum of traffic. We have always lived where we could hear trains.
A slight cool breeze caresses my arm. It will be hot and oppressive later today.
Green, green of all shades; lush, cool. It is my childhood.
One dog rumbles, another woofs. Tom walks by.
I am barely breathing. Still tight and tentative. I slump, arch and find my way.