Dawn chorus, home coming and beech leaves.

1. Waking in grey light to birdsong through the open window. 

2. I look up and catch sight of Nick coming in from the street.

3. The beech leaves, new unfurled and underwater soft, still have fine fair hairs along their edges.

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