Outside the window

I sat in my shadowed room, looking out at the new morning, I stared at the brick filled house across the street, I glazed at the clinging ivory, rising above the house roof. Birds had taken up residence among it's dark green roof. They squawked and flickered in the sunshine.

Aware of my own breathing- aware, as well, that I had been listening to the same track for over an hour.
Aware of his beautiful breath.