The little red house is surrounded by green. A young rabbit visits the garden, a garden that lies just beyond these steps. Young, he cavorts in the garden, running round in circles after tasting vegetables. Along the window sills, birds alight. They peer into the shade of the interior. Spiders build their webs in the crevices.
The yard opens to sky. Arching clouds lift up over the borders of this place, and build up moisture made structures that catch our gaze. A bird startles and flies, and his flight carries your attention up toward these mountainous clouds as to another world.
Yet it’s my backyard, and these clouds live above it, part of the real estate. When I sell this house someday, I will tell them: it comes with these magnificent clouds and we won’t even charge you extra.