The garbage truck has arrived! I can tell by the clatter of bottles it’s the recycle truck and that they must drink a lot in that house!
Finishing my breakfast on the sunny terrace, earlier, I was noticing a truck flying down the road (which is itself not visible for trees and bushes) as quick as a stick in a fast flowing creek, and after a while the same truck, coming back up the road like a gang of schoolboys banging metal garbage bin lids, and then a bus merging up the road now its diesel seeming silent but with tyres shushing like one long loud breath.
But! Now the eyes have it! A skink with a spider in its mouth is twitching its way across the warm concrete. Here, I’ll show you!