My view of Fife Park.

I’m lucky to have an enormous window in my flat. Now that the weather has warmed up (into the 50′s!), I try to keep it open as much as possible. The desk is under the window, and though I can’t smell the sea, there are birds to listen to and it’s usually quiet enough to hear the church clock chime the hour.

Outside the window is a tree that bees love. Since I’ve no screen, a bumblebee comes into my room every fifteen minutes or so. They spend a minute slamming against the window before figuring out how to leave.

Flies are different. When they come in, they do several laps of the room then scream back out the open window.

The wasps I kill, ruthlessly and without remorse.