June 2, 2006
There is a terrace outside our kitchen window. To access it, you have to climb through the window. The terrace itself is at windowsill level. The four flats overlooking it have equal access rights but I’m the one who sweeps it, cleans the tables and chairs, provides and tends the potted plants and waters them. This evening the resident blackbird across the way is serenading me. I should sit out here more often. It’s a secret little oasis in the middle of a big city. It has character. It’s a place to come and think and look at the sky.