Standing outside, the thin sunlight on my face.
The sound of birds coming and going.
Different now, somehow.
Upstairs, a neighbour works from home. I can hear his voice through the open window as he tries to solve a computer problem for a client. And over the fence and out of sight, a young woman’s voice rising as she finally introduces herself to the person who lives in the apartment above. And in the sky a lone, white feather drifting and spinning, waiting to catch the light.