From the couch I see directly out the front window. The house opposite and the one next to it are in my line of sight. One gate open one closed. One door open one closed. No sign of human life. An umbrella against the red door, could be stolen by end of day.
There’s a flash of something pink through the open door and suddenly the silhouette of a small girl being lifted and swung in the air. Playful occupants.
I see peeks of red through the hedge, I know there’s a car parked across the road. I love our hedge like this, before it’s snipped into conformity by mother’s gardener. Defiant stray strands reaching for the sky. Or waving ‘look at me, look at me’.
Two trees, uncomfortable guests at the party, leaves swaying ever so gently in the breeze…
And the top of a small truck, noiselessly gliding down the street, looking for somewhere to park.