Shower, sparrow and night before bin day.
1. The rain comes down in rushing spate, drowning downpipes and running in fans over the asphalt. Next time I look up, the sun is out, watery, but present.
2. Bright eye, sharp beak -- a sparrow lands on next-door's stone pineapple and watches me, watching back.
3. Front and back doors open. The draught and I sweep around the recycling boxes stacked up in the kitchen and all through the house bringing the rubbish down and out.
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