Life Outside My Window

Monday, 8:32am
A soft spring morning. A breeze floats in. A mother and child, both wearing masks, walk hand-in-hand. A pigeon coos. Nice day out.

Tuesday, 1:21pm
A cyclist rides down the street. It’s hot today. I hear music from a far-off ice cream truck. There are two pigeons now.

Wednesday, 9:45am
A jogger runs by the pigeons. The pigeons do not move. They…