Three beautiful things most days.
1. On the breakfast table is the essay Alec was fretting about last night -- printed and ready to hand in.
2. From a garden the scent of azalea.
3. Half-heard through the open window while I'm deep at work, the call of a swift.
1. Red kite with pie-slice tail and wing fingers splayed wheels over aluminium roofs on an industrial estate. 2. Chatting idly across the tr...
