this morning #384.

this morning, last night’s downpour had already dried up into a series of pitiful puddles pooled on the balcony. from what she could tell, it was already at least eighty degrees outside & it was still early enough that the steaming streets hadn’t yet filled up with people. down below, her neighbors’ cat sat on guard in the doorway, staring at a chattering of starlings perched high above on the balcony across the street, far out of reach. she gave the tiny birds her full attention as well, noticing that the one on the far right held a worm in its mouth, an opportunistic post-storm meal. it was crazy. even the birds in this city knew how to strike when the iron was hot. she could learn something from them.