Tuesday, Mid-morning: What you see. What you get.

My view is one to be envied; my horizon is a rolling, tree laced hill, topped with an expansive, cloudless sky. House tops attract birds of all colours and sizes and though my window doesn’t open, when they perch in nearby trees I can hear their song.

Even the bustle of passing traffic, the sounds of stopping and starting, the varying designs and colours of modern transport entertain--a moving picture across the frame of my windowed wall.

I am lucky to have my little office with a big window facing out into the world. I suppose I couldn’t have picked a better cage.

It’s probably best the window doesn’t open.