Cherry cake

I have always enjoyed looking at places I pass and thinking about what it might be like to live there. To look at a house or up at some windows in a random building and wonder what life is like when your day starts with that particular view. When does the day start? What absolutely needs to happen before heading off to work, and how long does that take? How is the kitchen set up? Is there coffee? Which cupboard is for which type of things, and what absolutely has to always be available in the fridge? What usually happens in the evenings, and at what time of the day is each room at its best? Where to go for shopping? What feels near and what feels distant?

I have stayed with a friend for a couple of days, and I have greatly enjoyed this way of being on holiday in someone elese's everyday.

It takes such a short time to start to feel at home. Like I belong here. Or could belong here, I guess.

I type this on a shady green balcony in a sunny city. In a few hours it will be time to move on. To dip my toe into another little world.

For now, I can keep it off a while longer.

Relax in the shade, look down at the yard. Listen to voices and seagulls.

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