The sun greets me though his presence was already known.
I look out the window and feel him trying to get my attention but I dare not look.
There is a tree, a young sapling,  bowing down or at least acknowledging his superior.
Black feathers occupy a small are of the window and I am greeted with a quiet hello, but it sounded as if someone was waring about some car.
Then the feathers seem to disappear.

The watchers of the world below drift on by, some content with the state of the world others not so much.
I close the curtain. There is more to see later, just not at the moment. Perhaps when I have time to spare  I will check what's outside again.