In front of me I can see the houses on my row, blue, white and yellow, I can see Toby asleep in his pushchair after being sent home from the childminder with a nasty bug that has involved lots of being sick, If I turn my head to the right I can see my garden and beyond that a row of houses, cream, terracotta and white, behind them I can see trees, a yellow tinged wilow and a huge red maple, then the clear blue sky.
I can hear a plane, but i can't see it, I can hear my neighbour washing up, the leaves swishing and rustling gently in the breeze that makes the heat bearable. There is a dog barking , it seems he is being walked as he is fading now.
I can hear sirens, and cars.
I wish I couldn't - my house is in the middle of the city and quiet, still moments make you forget.
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