Sunday, 11 August 2013

Week 18

I have been trapped in my room since last night. The sun is already out and people are going about their day, livening up the streets. I hear the singing of birds, conversations from one end to the other, the blowing of the wind. Freedom permeates beyond these walls . 

The daily rhythms resonate onto the streets but I can only bare witness of that from the surroundings of my confinement.

I try once again to imagine what may be occurring out there, what surprises will soon be set for me. In the mean time I keep waiting and thinking...

Looking out from my window

Back in the House