Observation - July 8th, 2023, Saturday

 It is quiet… there is the soft sound of air moving through a fan, and the quiet hum of its motor…turning.

 Above that I hear a choir of monks singing the liturgy of the hours, it is nine o’clock in the morning and the hour is Terce.

 The coffee in my cup is warm, and there is a coal burning in the ashtray, smoke drifting from the burning end of a marijuana cigarette…commercial grade.

 There is woodpecker knocking on a tree, the sound comes through the window with the cool summer morning.