Sitting quietly, crisp air is met by warm beams of sunlight stretching through the tree branches and squeezing through neighboring houses. The angle of the sun has shifted drastically, shadows dance on the north wall.
A soft breeze tickles my bare arms. My eyes are distracted by various shades of green on the lemon tree. Yellow peeks through two narrow openings in the foliage. They will be ready soon.
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