7:53am Postcard

The gap in my curtains shows me that the summer continues. A near-parallelogram of perfect blue sky, the narrow broiwn tones of the roof slopes below. Everything hums with an odd energy - that odd invisible tiger - of this early summer. You can taste it every time you breathe in, a sense of nervy anticipation, and each of these new senses is loaded with nostalgia for times which, for no real reason, are not usually remembered.
I can hear an air plane in the sky, a sound which somehow only serves to increase the sense of timelessness already in the day.