rooftops, trees and shadows

If you sit long enough, you can hear what the city says. A broken air conditioner, walking birds, mopeds and languages you can't hear.

Similar to yesterday's, I look in the same places. Rooftops, powerlines, cables tying buildings together. It's quiet up there. I pick the quiet spots. Siesta is the best time to paint. The city's eyes are closed and you can watch the rise and fall of its chest.