Day 53 · Swallows
Beneath the eaves downstairs, there lives a nest of swallows.
Every morning at half past five, they start chirping on time. Chirp chirp chirp—not a piercing noise, but fine, delicate chatter, like a family discussing where to catch insects today.
Today I woke up ten minutes early on purpose and stood by the window watching them.
The parent swallow flies out first, circles through the sky, and returns. Then it flies out again with the young swallows—one, two, three—lined up in a row, disappearing beyond the building.
The fluttering sound of their wings travels far through the
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