Though I'm new to this city and don't have a home of my own, I'm still getting visitors.
During breakfast on the patio, this hulking pile of steel roared its fog-horn morning call, gliding past with its 3-boat entourage.
The cactus has this flower ready to unfurl, the suspense is building.
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| Minkie comes for breakfast |
I heard a rustle in the kitchen. Minkie from down the road had slipped through the bars of the locked front door.
I could serve her breakfast! One of my claims to fame is my ability to feed surprise guests.
How many people have a tin of luxury cat food waiting for such situations?
I'm still learning though - I will serve it on a proper saucer next time.
The garden rewards my morning watering routine with astonishing blooms and foliage
From the neighboring ferry, the dusk-lit city shimmers elegantly.
There are Friends in there, human ones, waiting to be made.
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