The view from the window

This photo may help explain the absence of new posts, both here and in Inquirer Current, the last couple of weeks. We moved house. A complicated affair at the best of times, moving during the Christmas season is a logistical nightmare. But the view from my window makes it all worthwhile. Our bungalow is on a small rise, and from our windows we look out into the neighbor’s un-English garden of plants and trees. It is a riot of greens, and I love it. There is almost always a breeze, or at least a welcome hint of it, and most of the day and throughout the night we leave the biggest window open. I wake up with a smile on my face — and that’s no metaphor. To think that we live in the middle of the metropolis. Moving may be a grind, but waking up with the window open is literally a breeze.

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