Music

Weather is wet and cold, moss taking over everywhere in the shadowy garden, sunshine part is reduced with neighbour rebuilding... mmmm... more space for them, less sun for us.

In this condensed city, people's elbows strech unashamed further... time to fly away... to where?

Luckly meanwhile green leaves starts to appear and from our garden I can see free Parakeets in a high tree and hear, their moving, gentle, musical loving declaration!

Beautiful!