Sunlight Falling Through the Missing Sunshade Canopies

Closing my eyes on a white plastic chair. Feeling the heat of sun at the zenith of its daily route. Letting go of worries of the past year. Groping for strands of thought that would lead forward. Taking in the air of the grass lawn. Walking through a sparsely populated patio. Catching a glimpse of someone's looking into the looking glass. Nodding farewell while heading to the exit. Getting past the greenery across a fence. Blue sky drawing a cloudy arc over the horizon. Black road slightly vaulting as it passes by bushes and trees. Landscape put together from hills, slopes, building and huts. Sounds of basketball or soccer reaching through the window. Wet floor leaving tiny channels of water between the tiles. Furniture waiting to be brought into a clean room. A nod looking at a profile turning at a passer's by speed. Lunch time sending its cooking sounds travelling around. Leaves and branches translucently blocking the view from a window with blinds half open. A year putting its effects into the boxes of recollections and charts. A decade as a measure for what has changed and what didn't over the time past. Classical music as a soundtrack of everyday life. Radio streams as interfaces of multiple language identities. Prose poems as explanations.