It’s early, forecast heat still behind the dawn. Daylights’ dissolving darkness. Branches move, as the breeze plays along the street. Tweeting amplifies the quiet, my new day shared.
Blackbird’s gardening, raking, stepping back, probing … breakfast. Galahs above, pass noisily. Off somewhere, kookaburras laugh, apparently signalling rain: I wish. Crows share my scepticism as two maggies swing through close, chortling as I duck, a bloody cat skives across the road, “innocent, your honour, just out for a poo!” The wires above host Mynahs; pointy, shiny, black evilness.
Four thousand steps. Now five. The home straight, and a long-black reward beckoning.