It’s 4:45 and there’s a sparrow hidden somewhere outside of my bathroom window. I hear other birds too, maybe a starling, blue jays. The sounds from the street are sucked in through the driveway between my building and the one next door, then they bounce from the back of a four story concrete wall, to the backs of our houses, against the pavement of the drive, muffled some by the patch of dirt that occupies a third of the back area (it’s early spring, perhaps at some point this will be more than dirt). The traffic stills and music from a car fills the space, it lingers — maybe the light on the corner is red? – and then drives on. The birds remain constant. Children’s voices for a brief moment, then the sounds of work – a vacuum, perhaps?