The View From My New Station

Ailz found it draughty sitting in the window, so she's shifted into the corner and I've taken her place.  Now, whenever inspiration fails I can gaze into the backyard or spy on the houses across the way. Right now the sun is catching the hollybushes and lighting them up all greeny-gold and there are vapour trails above the roofs in the shape of a St.Andrew's cross.

And now the cross has gone.

And now another plane is remaking it.