This early winter has a weird aura to it, you see. There are these migratory birds too, a bit of yellow on the head, a bit of red near the nose. //caption// Late Autumn -Sanjana Kumar The mosaic floor of the roof is a mess, I tell you. Broken twigs of plants, of varying sizes and at varying stages of death. Some of these belong to the plants I water, some to the bigger ones at the beginning of the alley. The crows must've brought it. This early winter has a weird aura to it, you see.
