A sweet scene seen from my window:
I peer down from my bedroom window into next door's garden. A young girl in a yellow dress calls out to her mother and runs down into the garden and leaves the frame. The house has just been sold and the family have returned to collect the last of their possessions. My head pans upwards, to the right, where a line of trees are shedding their yellowed leaves. The sound of blustering winds and children playing becomes foregrounded.
