We went to visit my great uncle’s today. Their apartment is on the top floor and is flanked by wide balconies along the entire front and back. They keep a small paper bag of birdseeds in the front balcony with which they feed the mourning doves. I sat there for a while and watched the mourning doves, pigeons, and crows flying back and forth among the trees. I looked down at people walking up and down the street. Suddenly a dog leapt into sight and barked right and left at the birds and passerby, leaning against the windowsill with its elbows. The dog disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. It drizzled once or twice. There was a crow walking to and fro on the roof; I could see the silhouette of its feet through the translucent section of the roofing.
I then went out to the back balcony, startling two sparrows by doing so, and saw one or two green trees that had grown taller than the buildings whose backs surrounded them. The sparrows watched me cautiously from the rooftop they had flown to. Sights like these make me feel content.