BREAKTHROUGH

Finally no renters left in the old neglected house next door.  Overgrown with bushes and ivy, long grass through the cracks in the concrete, and peeling windowsills.  We were constantly cutting back branches of the trees and bushes overhanging our boundary fence, especially the privet, which I cursed each spring when it flowered.   Today the flippers came, ready to do battle, and I can finally see sky from my kitchen window.

steady whine
of a chainsaw
sun at last