A small room above a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.
Yesterday was warm enough to leave the window open. I had just poured myself a bowl of cereal when a bird flew in and stole a grain. I poured another bowl and left it on the sill.
When I returned I saw that the bowl had not been touched. I know this because I took a picture. After an hour of comparing, of turning the image this way and that, I was sure.