As the recycling van hoists the green plastic bins into its belly, it makes a sound like someone blowing through a huge wooden flute. Two notes. Tooooot toooot! Toooot toooot! It comes slowly towards our house, and sings its way slowly away.
An other-worldy breeze trickles in at the window, past the shivering green tongues of fern and over the skin of my hands as I type. It carries sliding blackbird song & the occasional thunder of train. I breathe it in.