The street below our office feels new, now that the rain is here. Grey but less weary. People have set up camp below the lemon-scented gums near the station. A tent is gone from a nearby garden bed. Over lunch at the deli I bend away from a trapped pigeon until the deli owner can catch and release him. The pigeon’s flight is swift.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton