Oscillation of moods like hitting the wrong key:
a fighting hierarchy at the bird feeder.
Snuck-up flowers make their first claims.
Sun-splash shadows on the boulevard.
Somewhere or other, the wine-dark sea.
The train pulling out for Istanbul.
The planes flying in from Vienna.
A blue house, the peace mission.
On the corner of the street,
a restaurant, art gallery, bins.
Every morning the kids walking by.
Our neighbours go to work.
Spartacus country. The history.
New business. Our routines.
Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips
